Trash Of The Count's Family นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Even though he was wearing his mask, Josephine could sense his shock. She exchanged a glance with Lewis, silently asking him what it was and when he had prepared this gift. After a while, Josef took something out of the box. It was a photograph. It was a group photo. Josephine also saw it. She seemed even more shocked than Josef. The Vance family was completely wiped out in the fire. Nothing was left behind. She couldn't believe Lewis still had this picture. Perhaps the photo remained, but the Vances were gone, and she and Josef were taken away. Any remaining items had most likely been lost in the ruins.

The most ironic part was how the family of three actually died. Police found their packed suitcases in the rubble, stuffed with cash and gold bars. After taking Gabriel's 200 thousand in hush money, they'd never planned to fake their deaths at all. They were going to use the chaos to run off with the money. Ten minutes before the explosion, all three of them had been in the basement counting cash. After Jasmine severed the main gas line, the gas sank rapidly and accumulated in the basement. The father lit a cigarette to celebrate their upcoming fortune and sent himself and his entire family to their graves.

Rewards include 20 pounds of fresh premium beef! 20 pounds? It wasn't a massive haul, but in an apocalypse where fresh produce and meat weren't available, it would go a long way. While I was going through the inventory in my mind, my parents looked at the mess on the floor and sighed. "He's still your uncle, Flint. After this, we won't even be family anymore." After tonight, there would only be the living and the dead. Family wouldn't even mean a thing again. I dropped my smile, and my gaze turned sharp. "We're better off without a family like that, Mom.

Jones said, “I am sorry, I shouldn’t have mentioned it. Sean don’t think about that disaster anymore. Do you want to continue to play chess?” Sean stood up and said, “Forget it, I am done with it. I am exhausted and need to sleep.” Jones sighed as he watched Sean enter the bedroom. Sean had been through a lot of hardship in his life. His father died while he was a child, and his only son died when he was in his forties. Plus, his grandson had an even worse temper than he did. As a result, the Collins rarely had that joyous atmosphere. The last time anyone in the Collins family laughed joyfully was when Zayden and Alice were dating.

Aside from a handful of bystanders, the victims were all heirs of the three major families. Marcus of the Ledger family, the third in line, was gone. Damyon of the Campbell family, the second son, was gone. Yasiel of the Saunders family, the eldest grandson, was gone. "They're gone, all of them!" In the pre-dawn stillness of Zabaleta's western cemetery, Andrew knelt, bloodied, before his sister's grave. In his hands, he clutched photos of Marcus and his accomplices, which he set aflame with a flick of his lighter, coughing up blood as the images turned to ash.

“It’s absolutely true. The Rockefeller family comprises 136 members, including Dad. 134 were killed in the end, leaving only Grandpa and Dad. Someone planted a soul in Dad, whereas Grandpa was deprived of his cultivation. His hamstrings and tendons were broken before being imprisoned in an eternally frigid pond in the Shura Realm for the sake of the Rockefellers’ Holy Book.” Hearing that, Brittany trembled all over. Although she did not know the rest of the Rockefellers, those were her in-laws. Now that the Rockefeller family had been wiped out, her heart broke on her husband’s behalf. “Who did that?” asked Maya. Alex said, “It’s a family with the last name Fourcade! The ancestor of the Four

“And burst your bubble? Make you self conscious about your little secret? No. Besides, I respect a good hustle and you seemed like a good person in search of a second chance. That man loved you. At least according to everyone who knew you both. They called you the power couple. Your mother—she’s still alive, by the way—said she was so happy the two of you had found each other. She still doesn’t understand the murder-suicide, and why you chose it. But your sister, though… your sister despised you. She said you aborted the baby first, then killed Accardi, then yourself. But she didn’t believe you’d do that to yourself. And there’s the fact that every single money in Accardi’s bank accounts was

The scavenger gestured for Stefan to step away from the trash bin. Stefan was stunned, but he replied kindly, “Please, take this pizza, Sir. If you have a family, share it with them as well.”

I still felt incredibly guilty because my family didn’t understand that Tristan hadn’t forced me, didn’t understand that he had only taken what I had given. Dad stepped up beside Mateo. He still had a hard time meeting my gaze when this topic was addressed, too ashamed for not having been able to protect me. “Your cousin is right. The Russo's get what they deserve. We will destroy their crazy family like they destroyed ours.” I swallowed. That’s what he thought? That our family was destroyed? I saw it every time he looked at my children and his expression flashed with guilt and disgust. “Tristan won’t stand back and let you torture his brother. He won’t care about the danger. He will walk in

“Dear, look! I’ve turned my back on this disgusting family that treated you like dirt! Please, let me in now. “I’m still legally your husband! You can’t just stand there and watch me die!” His words sounded earnest, but all I felt was disgust. By then, Elio was on the verge of collapse. Athena and my mother no longer had the energy to argue with James. “Fine! We were wrong! We’ll beg you on our knees, alright? Is that enough for you?” Watching the people who had tortured me, humiliated me, and caused my death in the past kneel before me did not bring the satisfaction I had imagined it would. Instead, I felt disgusted at the fact that I was a part of such a family.