Trash Of The Count's Family Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

God knows , whom he takes after , if not for his similar features that he shares with him , he might have been suspicious of his wife's loyalty to him . Ah ! If only he had a better title then he could have taken another wife and born another son , it's not that he didn't try but his son was really good every time one of his mistress got pregnant with a son ,something will happen to them and Count Clodis will lose both his mistress and son together in the accident . But when it was a daughter , nothing happend and because of this Count Clodis stopped looking for giving birth to a son as his son had long surpassed him , his father in scheming . " Its good that you did , Or else I wouldn't hav

She could feel her lips burn from the hot object entering her mouth. “Don't you dare bring those up in this place.” The Count whispered in a threatening manner while Laura was still coughing out ashes from her mouth. “Useless woman. Compared to you, that woman is more useful for achieving my wishes. You're just like your mother. Like mother like daughter, you two are parasites in my life. If you don't want me to kick your mother out, then disown you from the Lanchaster's family register, just shut your mouth."

The young Veta and her brother are supposed to greet their father who just came home from his long business trip when instead of a hearty welcome, two men who fought were seen. “This cannot be possible, how could you make such a decision without asking us?” Her father shouted to the man who is crouching down, it seems as if he was hit by the count. “T-that, I am also one of the shareholders of this business! Can’t I make a decision in tough times like that?” The man who was crying in pain looked up at his friend who was in rage. “Yes, you are, however…” the count paused and grabbed a stack of paper, he was supposed to give it over to the man on the floor but then, he threw it on the man’s fa

We were just a product of wrong parenting, society's misfits. I sighed for the hundredth time that night. Ahead of us, I saw the three monsters talking to an elderly couple while taking measured looks in my direction. My heart clenched, I knew the old woman. She was part of the first family, Lucian was indeed right. My family was selling me as a bartering chip to gain more power and influence. Being friends with the Zorya and gaining the trust of the first family. My family is becoming more monstrous than they were already are.

Jane thought the girl got involved in their family mess without any mistake but now. Jane shook her head and looked towards her. "Look girl, when I was in your age I am also same. A perfect bitch who thinks herself so high and others are nothing but muds in my eyes, but it's turn out I am the biggest mud out all of them. I suggest you understand this and move on or next time Jonathan will kill you most painfully way and I can't do anything. When you guys are teen and Jonathan like you , you are the one who cheated on him, I accept our mistake, no actually my mistake when I ask you to be Jonathan's wife But when we all know the truth you and me we both know it's not possible. And let me tell

"That's right! How can a child born to them not have any talent at all? Also, even if the foundation is damaged, it is impossible to lose talent, right?" The Ye family elders were more open-minded than the Na family who thought that Xiao Chen was the original trash. So, behind that, the Na family was also planning to break the marriage contract with the Xiao family using sneaky means.

"None of that matters anymore because I no longer feel anything for you." Jonathan's eyes reddened. "Can you give me another chance? I've also died once now—Henrietta pushed me off a cliff and lied about it, claiming that I fell off myself. Then, she inherited everything of mine and took a fresh-faced lover. We've both died once, so we're even." I scoffed. "I'm not the one who pushed you. How are we even?"

The shoes on my feet were worth more. My biological mother reached into her pocket and pulled out a crumpled scrap of red fabric, grinning with a mouthful of uneven teeth. "Don't you worry, baby. That Crawford man, well, his last wife left because he had a temper, but if you're good and give him a son, I'm sure he won't lay a hand on you." Nausea surged from my stomach straight to the back of my throat. I looked left at the manipulative schemer and the spineless traitor. I looked right at the pair of biological strangers who'd sold me for a better offer. Then I looked at Margaret, standing three feet back with her arms crossed, watching it all like she was enjoying a show.

Even now, he had no clue those were his own family's remains. I said firmly, "These are your family's ashes, not mine. You should keep them." Terror flashed across his face, but it faded almost instantly. He shoved the urns aside, causing them to spill once again. They hit the ground even harder this time, mixing into one pile. There was no way to sort them out anymore. I stared at him in shock. He frowned and scolded, "How did your parents raise someone like you? How could you curse my family? Where did you even dig up these ashes?"

"If I say yes, are you going to toss the pity card?" "No." She swallowed and stared ahead. "If not for Aunt Mae, Justin and I would've wound up the same way. All of this," she waved her hand and shrugged, "would be gone. In the hands of some stranger." She tilted her head, brow wrinkled. "It would've broken my heart. Four generations of Cattenachs have worked this land." The farthest he could trace his family tree was a crack addict mother who'd delivered him in an ER and split. But he understood. And so did Olivia, apparently. If he didn't watch himself, he'd let her in too far and never climb back out.