Trash Of The Count Family Novels & Stories

Auster says as his eyes grow thinner, but he is no longer looking at me. I notice it's the Count when he brings his vision to the table in front of us. He was treacherous in the life I had before. There was once a newspaper article touting how horrible this man was, but no evidence was ever presented to support it. However, he was only discovered dead in his home with his family missing when he was at the height of his trading success. In his case, a tragedy struck his family, and no one questioned him until the crown prince Casimir launched an investigation and discovered the Count's illegal trading company and other misdeeds, which led to his family's demise as a fallen, ruin noble.

"Talia... Talia's gone..." Her voice was hollow, drained of everything but despair. Dad rushed in, saw the note on the floor, and his vision nearly went black again. Their son was dead. Their daughter was gone. The family had shattered completely. The home that had once been full of noise and life now held nothing but the two of them, alone in an empty house, with nothing to keep them company but regret and despair. Talia had left without any contact information, and no one knew where she had gone. She had vanished from the city as if she had never existed.

The clean hallway outside our home had turned into a disgusting garbage dump covered in buzzing flies. There was a designated trash area in the neighborhood, and everyone here had lived together for over a decade. There was no way people didn’t know where garbage was supposed to go. Anthony immediately exploded in anger. “Who did this? Throwing trash in front of someone else’s door like this, do you people have no shame?” Someone nearby muttered under their breath, “It’s still nothing compared to being the other man.” Anthony immediately lost it, grabbing the speaker by the collar. “What did you just say? I’m telling you right now, Anthony is not an adulterer! The real adulterer is that fake

his mother said curtly. "Do you want to eat the pizza the memory loss bought?" asked Bobby while rubbing his nose which was not itchy. His wife, Robert, and Luchy said in unison, "No!" But Lionny was silent. Robert grabbed the pizza box and crushed it, then threw it in the trash can outside the fence. Shortly after that a scavenger passed by and took his pizza. After showering and smelling good, Stefan then sat beside his wife, watching his two in-laws with a beaming face, his smile widening. Then, he also watched his two brothers-in-law. Stefan is so happy.

"Look, guys! That's the CEO of Stoneridge Group—he's going to jump off the building now that his company has gone bankrupt. Are you going to jump or not, Mr. Stoneridge?" I'd pushed myself too hard recently due to the company's issues, and the shock from the live stream made it hard for me to breathe. "It's all thanks to you that Jonathan managed to take your family's company down so quickly, Thalia." Henrietta laughed cruelly. Jonathan joined her. "This was all within my expectations!" I'd thought the crisis was only temporary and that things would be fine once it passed. I didn't expect it to result from Jonathan's schemes. I'd gone without sleep for several days to help the company throug

Even buying an ice cream meant comparing prices at three different stores before committing. Now I understood. Alisha West, my wife, had been preparing for the family’s collapse all along. "Kiddo, I’m not sick." I rubbed my temples. "I just… finally figured things out." At that, Alisha and Elyse exchanged a glance, then quietly went back to flattening cardboard boxes. The comments drifted across my vision again. [Oh? The spendthrift Kayden Day’s changing his ways? Yeah right. He’s definitely faking it to trick her into buying him something even more expensive]

“Of course not. You’ve always had a loving family. “We literally just met each other’s parents last month to talk about our engagement, remember? “I still have the photos from that day saved on my phone.” He opened his photo album. Sure enough, there was a group photo of our two families together. Everyone was there. I just sat there staring at my phone, flipping it over and over. I tried to smile, but I probably looked like I was grimacing. My family members were real. Why did they vanish after entering the washroom? “Maybe they just stepped out for something. “Look, their house slippers are still by the door. They must’ve gone out.”

Meanwhile, Dad had carefully steered clear of the junk projects, earning a reputation in the business world for his keen judgment. The disasters left Mom and Megan drowning in debt. In desperation, Mom even tapped into company funds to cover losses. Unfortunately, my lovesick sister spilled everything recklessly. Soon after, Mom's company was investigated thoroughly, and Dad executed the divorce decisively. Megan lost her job, and Dad's will stripped her of her inheritance and threw her out of the family. With my dad severing ties with the Parker family, the once-flourishing Parker Group collapsed entirely. Chloe, once proud and arrogant, nearly attempted suicide in the wake of her family's

I hastily wiped it from the corner of my eye and decided to throw away everything in the room. Since I was dying anyway, keeping these things would only be an eyesore to them. It was better to throw them all away. There was not much in the room besides daily necessities and a few picture frames. There was a family photo of all four of us and my marriage certificate with Jonathan. I stared at them for a long time, then threw them into the trash without hesitation. After cleaning up, I lay on the bed gasping for breath when suddenly, something metallic and sweet surged up my throat. I coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood that splattered across the white sheets.

Trent flipped through it, tracing his mother’s face. She looked so happy here. Many of the photos were of Trent as a baby, then Thea. One photo was of Edward and Bea on the couch, their arms wrapped around each other. Trent closed the album and kept working. He didn’t know how much time passed. It could’ve been days for all he knew. The pile of trash in the front yard kept getting larger and larger. Trent didn’t know how Edward had managed to accumulate so much junk when he’d been housebound. There was expired food in the pantry and cabinets; packs and packs of cigarettes; ashtrays filled to the brim; old magazines, some older than Trent himself; tools—broken or otherwise—and appliances and