Novel & Cerita Trash Of The Count's Family

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.

“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.

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!"

"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?"

How could such a powerful family be destroyed so easily? Everyone in the room thought they misheard Joseph. It was after they saw his solemn expression that they knew he was not joking. Caleb was dumbfounded. His forehead was covered in cold sweat, but he did not dare to wipe it off. He swallowed his saliva nervously instead and put on an awkward smile before he asked in fear, "Sir, are you joking with us? "The Carson family were practically royalties in Dernburg. They are a long-established family. How could they be destroyed so easily?

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

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