Trash Of The Count's Family นิยาย & เรื่องราว

A news forum that hadn’t posted in a decade. The Aldric family. Wiped out overnight due to a murder. Murderers were three, but only one was caught. It’s stated that the parents were killed, and the body of an underage girl was found amongst the wreckage. Her identity was never confirmed. The photos were grainy, almost like they’d been blurred and altered. The only clear photo was a young Cassiel, piggyback carrying his half-brother. Covered in blood, dirt, and charcoal marks. There hadn’t been a fire, and the ravager pack never understood what really happened.

I confirmed. She drew a deep breath. “Do you plan to kill them? All of them?” I sighed and grabbed a fresh shirt from a drawer. “I know it might sound unfair, but trust me when I say there are no innocents in this family.” “What about children?” she asked. “How young are we talking about?” My fingers moved up, buttoning the shirt while my eyes fixed on hers. “Don't know… just young.” She nibbled on her lip. “There are no infants in their estate,” I told her. “Two of Marcello's sons are seventeen, and their minds are already irrevocably poisoned.”

“Effective immediately, the Smith family board is removing you from all remaining trusts and business holdings. Your actions have compromised our standing. We will not be associated with your name. We wish you well in your future endeavors.” No signature from his mother. Just a generic stamp from the board secretary. He folded the letter neatly and set it aside. For a long time, he simply sat there, staring at the ceiling, listening to the faint hum of the refrigerator. He’d lost his fortune, his company, his family, and the woman who’d once believed in him. But somewhere in the hollow of all that loss, there was a strange clarity. He didn’t have to be the man he’d been anymore.

Naomi's ordeal begins when Count Dwanson dies suddenly after being attacked by robbers while on a business trip. None of the perpetrators were caught. Everyone can only offer condolences without being able to do anything. Only a few days after Count Dwanson's death, many people appeared who admitted that the Count owed them. Even Anne's parents, who had been trusted by Naomi's parents, betrayed them to get the treasure that the Count left behind. Naomi's mother, who is too tired after her husband's death, is broken again when a woman appears claiming to be the Count's mistress. And shortly after, Countess Dwanson jumped into the cold river and died.

Their family was not very close with his uncle's family, but his uncle and aunt were always cheerful and friendly whenever they met. Triston's little brain couldn't understand why his uncle was angry towards him now? What was Triston's mistake? Why was his uncle throwing away his parent's belongings? Why did he send Reese away? After his parent's death, Reese was the only person he had who cared for him. Now that he was gone, he was left all alone in this vast Mansion, with no one to hold to for comfort. Finally, he cried himself to sleep, reminiscing on the good old days.

Luckily, they recalled that they had not committed any crimes in Somerland. “Grandpa, what should we do?” Hank asked in a shaky voice. Justin was dead, so the Chasez family was also collapsing. The people currently in the family were not enough to support a first-rate family. Hanley was spacing out at one side. He had not come back to his senses until now. How did the Chasez family, which was still in its prime, suddenly fall into this state? The feeling of instantly falling from heaven to hell made him unable to recover for a long time.

The housekeeper ground his teeth in fury at the sight of my battered state and immediately agreed to follow through. Soon after, my parents returned—and with them came the Huxley family elders. And Alistair, being carried in on a stretcher, arrived as well. The moment my father laid eyes on Alistair, he sneered. "Alistair, it must have been so exhausting for you to 'educate' my daughter while she was being so difficult. And yet, I wasn't aware that every member of the Vance family had died out, and it still fell to your Huxley family to do the hard work!"

Yet when she really thought about it, she realized she knew nothing about who he'd been after turning 18. When Cedric was five, the Jamison family had suffered a devastating blow. Their assets had been swallowed up by a rival, the company had been forced into bankruptcy, and his father, Arthur Jamison, had died in a car accident. Unable to handle one tragedy after another, his mother, Melinda Green, had broken down. Her mind had shattered. Back then, everyone whispered that Arthur had provoked someone he never should've crossed, and that was why disaster had struck. Almost overnight, people had started avoiding Cedric and Melinda like the plague.

"What?!" The Southstream Lanes were all left astonished by Roth's words, and even as they wondered what he really meant, Gavin asked, "What do you mean, Roth…?" He was actually skeptical and urged his son for more details. Seeing that his family had trouble understanding, Roth adjusted his glasses as he spoke bluntly this time, "The Four Families of Southstream are now three. All thirty-two members of the Graves family have been butchered—none were left alive."

He died at home. "As for my mom, she was already frail. She fell ill and passed away in bed a week later." A hint of apology appeared on Thorgan's face. "Sorry. I didn't mean to dump this on you. There's nothing happy about it, and if it ruined your mood, I apologize." He offered an awkward but sincere smile. Cyrus fell silent for a moment before asking, "What about the rest of your family? Aren't the people of Willowford East all from the same family?"