Trash Of The Count's Family นิยาย & เรื่องราว

If he didn't strip the count of everything then his son will strip the Count of his life . " Ahem , Count Miller after hearing all the evidences and letters , I'm afraid I need to strip you and your family of your title as well as ths wealth you have accumulated by using the Royal family 's horses need to be returned to their original owner meaning us , In case you fail , your entire generation had to pay it back by their blood "

Emma, the fake heiress, and I were sold into an underground BDSM club. When my parents, the richest couple in the country, and my husband, Leo DeLuca, the feared Don of the DeLuca crime family, finally found us, I was bound with duct tape and covered in wounds. Emma lay beside me, heavily pregnant and unconscious. Three months later, doctors confirmed that her baby had died in the womb. She was the adopted daughter my parents had cherished for twenty years, and the girl my husband had never gotten over. My parents and husband went half mad, offering a nationwide one-hundred-million-dollar bounty for any lead on the person responsible. I was the only one who might have seen the culprit's face

My sister had sharp eyes and found the letter under the old pillow. Dad wiped away his tears and unfolded the paper with trembling hands. "Mom, Dad, and Heidi. By the time you see this letter, the countdown should have ended. I'm so happy I get to live with all of you. Thank you for your hard work in the last 18 years. I hope we can still be a family in my next life! Oh, right, use the money in the piggy bank to buy a toy for Heidi! Consider it an early birthday gift."

A thick fog of black substance surrounded Uwyn together with her brother and Mirthal along with 10 feet of earth they stood upon, and then gently placed their mass on solid ground once more. "Agnes! Rosalyn! Dennis!" Mirthal shouted and dashed towards the hollowed graves of the fallen. Tears clouded his vision as he was fully aware that nothing could have remained of his family. They evaporated in an instant! Even their bones were nowhere to be found. But he convinced his mind to think otherwise and tried to lure it to believe in an illusory hope, one that was as faint as his dying heart.

[WHIITE-EYED WOLF : Ungrateful cretin] She hung her head low in regret and utter disappointment, as though she had lost the battle of her life. I looked at this duo of grandmother and grandson and jeered in disdain. They were a joke in the name of family. Their hearts were as black as a cauldron, all they could ever acknowledge was power and money. In front of power, all else was mere dust in their shoes. These kinds of beings were the epitome of TRASH. Suddenly, my thoughts were interrupted by the voice of the Countess Wroth, "Since I and my family have been pulled down to such a pathetic state, I do not want to shrink back from speaking the entire truth now."

After his father’s death, his mother also eventually passed away. In just one night, Roxanne went from never having to worry about food or clothing to the state Cindy was in last time. Her brother, Frank, was disheartened and became a cynical man. He saw through the evils of materialism, while Roxanne blamed Cindy for everything that happened. If it were not for Cindy, they would not have ended up with a broken family and their parents would not have died.

“James White’s ashes were already scattered by the top three families. That’s why the God of War evicted the Chapman family from the estate and used the place for the cenotaph,” someone from the audience answered. Then, Camry and Teresa put their son’s belongings into the casket as they cried. “Daddy, this was the toy you bought for Brenda…” Winnie carried Brenda to let her place a yellow duck inside. The girl’s innocent voice made everyone teared up.

Then he looks at Orpheus, who shrugs his shoulders and enters the room, closing the door, then at Ionache and finally speaks, without once looking at the count: - Not only did your son destroy you, but your wife was nothing more than a bitch in heat. You have exactly 5 minutes to pack your things and leave my house with that pile of shit… – he says, pointing to Ionache – and your bitch wife. The count nodded and got up, dragging his wife by one arm and looking at his son, asking with his eyes that he follow him. Ionache was not as smart as he thought, and made mistakes after mistakes, which could be fatal.

"I am sorry, Earnest. Why did you never tell me?" "I promised him I would protect you," he whispered, gaze fixed on the floor as though he could no longer bear to look up. "If you knew who I was, you would have tried to repay a debt that was never yours to carry." He swallowed hard, throat bobbing painfully. "I watched your uncle waste away in silence and depression. He tried to end his life twice before he finally succeeded. My brother searched every corner of the world while that woman kept the cure locked in her basement." Countess Brighton stared at the blood dripping steadily from her chin onto the stone. Red droplets spread slowly across the gray floor. Belinda's face twisted with disg

They stepped inside, holding up their torchlights, only to be met with a room filled with garbage. The stench was unbearable, thick and suffocating. Amidst the filth lay a worn-out, grimy mat—it had been my bed. The only possession I had was a tattered doll I'd brought from home. The doll stood out in the squalor. Its age was apparent; the fabric was faded and patched in several places. Yet, it was clear the doll had once been cherished, lovingly repaired by its owner.