Trash Of The Count's Family Novels & Stories

"Knox, let's get married." I could clearly hear the person on the other end trying to suppress his excitement. I hadn't expected him to be this thrilled. … The next morning, before I even woke up, my phone started chiming repeatedly. "Sweetheart, you're finally getting married. I can finally relax now." "Don't bully Knox, you little menace." There were more than a dozen messages just from my parents alone, and countless more from my relatives. Only then did I learn that my family hadn't looked for me in the past ten years because they'd assumed that I'd been with Knox all along.

Whenever I tried to explain, My family members always accuse me of being jealous and immature. I stared at my brother's hands in a daze. How long had it been since he touched my face this gently? "Female victim, age between tAshwoodty and tAshwoodty-five. Preliminary assessment: time of death approximately one month ago." His assistance stood nearby, reporting the initial examination results. My brother's movements stopped abruptly. One month. Exactly when I disappeared. I clearly saw his eyelashes tremble. Did he think of me? Did he feel even a trace of concern for me?

"It's my son. He's looking for you." "Tiffany, you should've told me sooner," Henry said. "I tracked you through the satellite phone. I'm stuck in the combat zone, so I called in favors. They should be there now. I even dragged my dad along." "Yeah, they're here. Thank you, sir," I said calmly, then handed the phone back. I pointed straight at Marshall. "That's him. He destroyed my family's graves. He desecrated my grandfather and abused my brother." Gina still had no sense of danger. She clearly thought all these officials lived off Marshall's taxes.

I was the only one she trusted to not make the Young family look silly, considering this is our biggest rival. I make my way through the line, shaking the hands of Mr. Savage’s friends. He has no family, none that anyone knows of, anyway, so these people are here to thank us all for coming and allow us to view the body to say our goodbyes before the funeral tomorrow. Grandmother Trudy believes she will be well enough to attend that, thankfully. I shake the hands of three or four people, whispering my condolences, and then reach the end of the line. The older gentleman dressed in a very nice suit looks at me curiously, a bit of a glint in his eye.

Cain continued, “That’s how father got himself into the upper echelons. Father’s family was at best an average merchant family.” “Mother’s family???” Caster raised his head to look at his older brothers as the thought occurred in his mind. “All perished.” Cole sighed “Our old man disposed of them as soon as he finished using them.” This was the first time the brothers had had an honest conversation, without the pressure of wanting to gain something from the other, without their mother’s mediation, without their father’s intimidation....

Quentin balled his fists tightly, nearly vomiting blood out of anger when he thought of his two sons. “Yes, we’ll also ask around after this. I’m sure we’ll find something!” Master Church clenched his hands tightly as well. Although his son was alive, the grandson of the third elder, a famous genius of their family, was killed. The middle-grade spiritual tool with him was also stolen. Their family had truly suffered a huge loss this time.

William squatted down in embarrassment, picking up the fragments of the teacup and awkwardly smiling at him, saying, "I accidentally slipped." Thorne, however, turned his wheelchair around and wheeled back to face him. "Why are you so excited to hear that I am a child of the Sanchez family?" William threw the fragments into the trash and sat desolately on the couch. Then, he told Thorne a sad story. "Your father, when he was young, was really a mess," William mentioned Dayton, and his eyes instantly turned red, like a man-eating tiger. Thorne, on the other hand, had a consistently calm expression.

"Look, guys! That's the CEO of Stoneridge Group—he's going to jump off the building now that his company has gone bankrupt. Are you going to jump or not, Mr. Stoneridge?" I'd pushed myself too hard recently due to the company's issues, and the shock from the live stream made it hard for me to breathe. "It's all thanks to you that Jonathan managed to take your family's company down so quickly, Thalia." Henrietta laughed cruelly. Jonathan joined her. "This was all within my expectations!" I'd thought the crisis was only temporary and that things would be fine once it passed. I didn't expect it to result from Jonathan's schemes. I'd gone without sleep for several days to help the company throug

I hastily wiped it from the corner of my eye and decided to throw away everything in the room. Since I was dying anyway, keeping these things would only be an eyesore to them. It was better to throw them all away. There was not much in the room besides daily necessities and a few picture frames. There was a family photo of all four of us and my marriage certificate with Jonathan. I stared at them for a long time, then threw them into the trash without hesitation. After cleaning up, I lay on the bed gasping for breath when suddenly, something metallic and sweet surged up my throat. I coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood that splattered across the white sheets.

All she needed to do was to execute the plan. Lilian nodded constantly like a chick eating grain off the ground. “Don’t you worry, Senior. I’ll let this worthless trash go, even if he doesn’t, I’ll let Mandy force him to go!” “This worthless sack of trash is terrified of Mandy, of her divorcing him!” “Alright, begone!” Senior Zimmer waved his hand in high spirits. In his eyes, the Zimmer family would be a first-rate family after this incident.