Trash Of The Count's Family Fanfic Novels & Stories

Her protectiveness for Belinda hardened into something feral, twisting her old hatred for that unwanted child into pure, burning rage that made her hands shake. "I've erased everything," she said, forcing herself upright on unsteady legs, voice steeling despite the nausea churning in her gut. "The midwife, the records, all of it. No one knows." She steadied her breath. "We leave for the Central Capital at once. As parents of the future Luna, we must stand beside her." The Count's face softened, ambition winning over suspicion. As long as nothing blocked his rise, his wife's buried shame could stay in the grave where it belonged.

ALICE POV: The memory continues to play out, but this time at a speed that doesn't permit me to hear what is going on. I can only see flashes, fast pulses, as though the connection is slowly fading. I see young Tristan get taken out of the cell. He gets washed, fed, and clothed properly, like a true young heir. His grandmother has already passed and he is alone now, except for what seems like a group of cousins who were expecting to get crowned and are angry that they weren't.

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!"

“You!” Madeline gave a thin smile, laced with irony. “But it’s fine,” she said softly. “I’ve stopped caring about the past. After all, trash belongs with the one who picks it up. And Ethan, unfortunately for you, is yours now so congratulations.” Those words hit Sonia like a hard slap. She let out a harsh scoff and stepped forward, her hand rising, ready to strike Madeline across the face. But before she could make contact, Madeline caught her wrist midair. Her eyes blazed sharp, unwavering startling Sonia with the unexpected strength of her grip.

"If you even have the slightest bit of conscience, you should think about it! In the past few days, when your entire Ford family is as busy as a bee, which of the matters were not handled by my Uncle Alex on your behalf? All the big and small matters, including the things needed for the funeral in your family, were all arranged by my uncle! I have even almost broken my legs running for errands these past few days! But, what about you? My uncle has gone back, but I've been outside this door since a long time ago, and I have heard everything clearly! You want to chop off my fiancee's hands and feet and throw her into the river to feed the fish! Uncle Alex, Ruth is my fiancee! Mine!"

Third Person's POV "You Ironthorn men have 'scumbag' written into your DNA," Trista said, ticking points off on her fingers. "Your grandfather is an old fossil who only cares about the family crest. Your dad is even worse—he's so stuck-up he actually thinks my family isn't good enough for you." Cassian was speechless. "I've spent my whole life chasing you like a lost puppy. And you? Every time you showed up, you looked like you were being marched to an execution. Your face was longer than a block in Beverly Hills," Trista ranted, getting more fired up by the second.

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 wrote about how I had given up a billion-dollar cash reward, and how I had drained every last luck point from my own system account to exchange for the chance for her to stand again after the car accident that had paralyzed both her legs. After finishing the letter, I packed all our old photos into a cardboard box and erased the last traces of my life in this house. [Death countdown: 10, 9, 8...] The countdown entered its final ten seconds. I fell onto the carpet beside the sofa. It felt as though my organs were being shredded by countless blades. My face remained cold as I endured the agony. I vomited mouthful after mouthful of black blood, instantly staining the pure white carpet Victori

“We could wipe them.” “It's either that or your old man goes to sleep forever.” “It might not even be your old man alone,” Adam's father said, leaning closer. “Even that crazy friend of yours and her entire family might pay the price.” My eyes widened as I looked at Collins, he just shrugged. “You'd… you'd let them hurt Kate? I thought you loved her!” “Love is a very strong word, relative. Kate and I were never actually there. She's cool though.” I shook my head as tears began to flow on either side of my cheeks. This people were real monsters!

Matheo mumbles to himself before running after his family, his professional family. THE END. Hope you enjoyed this story! Love Cinderella.