Trash Of The Count's Family นิยาย & เรื่องราว

To his family who had toyed with her life and treated her like dirt. A bitter taste filled her mouth. The guards and officers had looked heartbroken and terrified in those pictures. What would Norman look like when his empire fell? What would his family look like when they realized everything they held dear had been taken from them and crushed to the ground? Calla's lips curved into the faintest smile, one that almost looked foreign on her face at that moment. If Julian could pull this off overnight, then maybe, just maybe, bringing the Kings to their knees wouldn't take as long and difficult as she once feared.

Arthur's eyes were bloodshot as he shouted, "I'm her son! Why wouldn't she leave her money to me? Hattie must have tricked her into making that will. These gold bars should've been mine!" Lauren chimed in from the side, fanning the flames. "Exactly. Paula was senile. Hattie must've taken advantage of her. These gold bars belong to the Hughes family. We have every right to take them back." Sophia stepped forward and pointed at Arthur. "You abandoned your mother and dumped all the responsibility on Hattie. And now you have the nerve to come and fight over the inheritance? Have some shame." The villagers began to criticize him as well, their voices filled with anger and injustice.

“They’re gone... all gone...” “What do you mean?” Watching him spiral like that, Caitlin felt a twinge of guilt. Should she not have told him? “I have no one left...” Zeke’s voice cracked with pain. “Sienna and Teresa were like family to me. We grew up together. Now they’re both gone. I have no one left.” He looked at her with a hollow expression. “Caitlin, for you, I’ve already cut ties with my father. I’m no longer the son of a Count.”

I closed my eyes, letting the last shred of my attachment to family die. "Think whatever you want. But Mom, even if you kill yourself right now, I'm still telling everyone the truth about that matcha."

"The number of the cigarettes in a day is too small. I have to save some." However, Jodie knew that it was not that this man did not have many such cigarettes. It should be that Aunt Madison limited the number of the cigarettes he smoked every day. As her mother had said, this man was indeed an extraordinary man. As for the Hill Family in the north, the Sky Family in the south and the Jonas Family in the Northeast that he had mentioned, the Foster Family was not at this level yet, and she had never heard of them. Of course, maybe her father knew about them, so she decided to ask her father later.

Both father and son stood in silence in front of the tombstone. After a long while, Nelson said softly, “Brother, your lifelong wish has finally been fulfilled by Thomas.” “From today onwards, the Gomez family ceases to exist. There will only be the Mayo family.” “Rest in peace on the other side. If you can, tell our mother that the villain who abandoned his wife has been punished.” After he finished his sentence, he prayed in silence. Nelson looked up at the sky. It was cloudy in Central City today, and it seemed like it would rain any time soon.

"Go ahead and bid on whatever you want today. Don't worry, I'll cover it all." Her friends cheered loudly. "Chloe, you're amazing!" I couldn't help but snicker. Chloe had absolutely no idea how things stood with her family. Since my rebirth, my dad had been slowly cutting off ties with the Parker family's businesses. The only remaining collaborations were small contracts worth tens of thousands. The Parker family enterprise was barely surviving. Just as I was about to move Carmen somewhere quieter, Jacob spotted me. "Jack?" Then Chloe's friends noticed me and started making a ruckus.

His wife rushed to his side and helped him back warily. “Dad! The nine families are leaving. Do something!” Carson’s son was finally let go by Marcus. He was panicking now. The branches were what gave him power In the clan. Without them he was nobody. “What nine families?” Carson asked and Mason and the rest froze. It can’t be that she wiped his memory, right? Mason stared at June fiercely. What was she hiding? Mason was not stupid. His father had warned him to respect the Stonehearts. But he had only thought it meant because they were close to his family.

Rosalie had a sorrowful expression on her face, but her eyes were filled with glee. As she watched Julian raise his sword and thrust it toward us, she silently mouthed the words, "Goodbye, my dear sister." At that very moment, the Alpha and the Luna of the Stoneridge pack arrived and knocked the sword out of Julian's hands. Just then, Julian's parents showed up as well. When they saw Rosalie's shrunken belly, they were infuriated. I said, "This has nothing to do with me. Rosalie fell on her own!"

he spat out, the words sounding like they had been dragged through gravel. He was remembering the exact date the old guard executed his family. The night the Ashford soldiers liquidated the lower-ring resistances. His brother Edgar had died with a lead pipe in his hands, trying to shield his twin sister Rora from the death squads, while her body was discovered in a warehouse alley pool of gasoline. My father’s enforcers hadn't just murdered them; they had treated their remains like industrial waste, throwing them into the scrap fires to erase any trace of the old neighborhood leaders. The rumors on the street claimed their ashes had been dumped into the mountain landfills or left for the rat