Trash Of The Count Family นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He stopped bringing his hands up using his fingers to make air quotes. "Committed suicide." It feels like yesterday when I entered the room blood everywhere, Louisa on the ground, Javier looking at her with so much rage. I have done all I could to forget to guess it keeps coming back. "Look, Zach.." I was rudely interrupted. "Your family did a great job in covering the crime, I give it to you guys." I looked at the hurt in his eyes, of course, he's hurt Louisa was his only family. "You didn't even have the decency to show up for her burial, I thought you guys were friends." His words are taunting but very true.

Sure enough, the bead in the energy core turned again, and the golden light appeared once more. Tristan got up and started clawing at the ground. He grabbed a handful of dirty mud and dust before directly shoving it into his mouth. He was eating as much of it as he could! ‘Hah. The young master of California’s Coleman family ate trash. Now, the genius from Missouri’s Coleman family will sit on the ground and eat dirt.’ Alex thought. Immediately after that, Alex took his phone out and started recording a video of Tristan sitting on the ground eating dirt. Alex did so from multiple angles, and he turned on the flash function to make sure it could be seen clearly.

Armand walked onto the balcony with Casey on his arm, both dressed with the casual elegance of people who never really relaxed. "Armand! Casey, dear, welcome," Debra said warmly, her expression softening the way it only ever did for her legitimate children. "Mom. Dad," Armand said, pulling out a chair. He looked around the table. "Did you all see what happened to the Mercer family? Completely bankrupted. Overnight." "We have," Debra said. "I was just watching a video on it," Matthew added, still half-distracted by his phone.

He really had mastered the art of swallowing his anger rather than letting out even a single word. Listening to his footsteps fade, I suddenly realized Jared was right. It was people like Knox Ferris—arrogant and overbearing—who really seemed alive. Once upon a time, I had been like that too. But that version of me no longer existed. I slowly raised my hands, staring at my pale, slender fingers in a daze. Ten years ago, these hands had been smooth and full, gripping reins and vaulting over walls. Now, they only bore the marks of holding a pen.

"Isn't that's the house of the so called useless piece of trash that married into the family?" "Yes, that's his house!" "Oh my, he's a dead meat now! He even offended the Mafia boss." Each of them chatting why did someone like this piece of trash offended a high profile people. Are he tired of living? The news spread like a wild fire in the whole city, he's known as the usless trash in the city because of his wife. It's all thanks to the filty Winston family that spread the and proved the rumors where true. After that Rogers entered the house and blurted a word cold. "Who dares to mess with my underlings?"

Vivian did not ask many questions. She only said the position was still mine. After I hung up, I looked at the hard drive on the table and started counting. Three days. In three days, Nico and I would be gone. Dante came home early that night. Nico was on the living room rug opening his birthday gifts. When he heard the door, he looked up once, then back down without saying a word. Dante stopped, then set a gray shopping bag on the coffee table.

I was his devoted little fool, willing to throw everything away for him. And in the end, all that devotion left me with nothing. I took a slow sip of tea. "So what?" He met my eyes, his expression sincere. "If you don't divorce me, I'll give you half of my company's shares." I stared at him, completely baffled. "Alfred Johnston, what is WRONG with you? Weren't you the one dying to dump me in the car? Didn't you say the same thing at the hospital? And now you wanna backtrack? Do you even have a spine?"

“That boy would live in a tornado if I didn’t.” We sit on the bed, and she pulls a large box from underneath. Inside are stacks of photos — childhood memories. “I used to show these to his girlfriends,” she says, smiling. “But now, I get to show them to his wife.” My heart softens. She picks up a photo and bursts out laughing before turning it toward me. It’s baby Tyler — completely naked, lying on a tiny blanket. “Oh my God,” I choke out between laughs. “He’s adorable, isn’t he?”

Rosalie had a sorrowful expression on her face, but her eyes were filled with glee. As she watched Julian raise his sword and thrust it toward us, she silently mouthed the words, "Goodbye, my dear sister." At that very moment, the Alpha and the Luna of the Stoneridge pack arrived and knocked the sword out of Julian's hands. Just then, Julian's parents showed up as well. When they saw Rosalie's shrunken belly, they were infuriated. I said, "This has nothing to do with me. Rosalie fell on her own!"

The first thing they took from us was our house. I watched the movers carry our furniture out like it meant nothing—like my childhood, my memories, my father’s hard work were just items that could be boxed and discarded. I wanted to scream at them to stop. Instead, I stood there, frozen, holding a notice I still didn’t fully understand. Foreclosure approved. My father’s name was printed on it. The same name the media had dragged through the dirt for weeks. I left before the last box was taken. I couldn’t watch anymore.