Trash Of The Count's Family Spoiler

I’d been dead a month before my family even noticed. It wasn’t concern that brought them to that realization. It was my silence after the so-called “dinner” with Adam Rossi, the infamous mafia boss. My father scoffed like always,“She probably shacked up with that bastard. Too busy spreading her legs to pick up the damn phone.” My sister texted me a photo of them smiling under the Christmas tree, ornaments twinkling like nothing was wrong. Bitch, she wrote. You better talk Mr. Rossi into working with Dad, or you might as well be dead already. And my mother—once the softer one—was now colder than the frost on their windows. “I told you, we should’ve sent Gia to charm Mr. Rossi. Serena always screws things up.” They didn’t think I would die. Not until they found my body—broken, rotten, and forgotten—in Adam Rossi’s basement.

Isabella got accused of infidelity on her third year anniversary with her husband, Andrew who divorced her before she could even explain herself or defend her innocence. She leaves town after finding out she's pregnant due to fear of her children being forcefully taken from her. When she returns years later, she's stunned to find that Andrew is getting married to her step-sister, Victoria. Suddenly Tristian, Andrew's uncle, seems to be interested in her and wants to help her. Isabella is suspicious of his intentions but she accepts his help anyway needing the means to raise her children. Over time the truth comes out and Andrew realizes that he was wrong and wants his ex-wife back but isn't it too late for a reunion? Will the partnership between Tristian and Isabella turn into something real and true?

The day I recovered from my mental illness and got discharged, my parents held me in their arms with tears of happiness. My sister gave me a teddy bear and said she had been waiting for me to come home. I comforted my parents who were crying and accepted the gift from my sister. I slowly got used to ordinary life and became the real daughter of the Schmidt family. To show their preference for me, my parents transferred the family business into my name on my sister’s 18th birthday. But I cruelly murdered the family of three who cherished me on this day.

When news breaks of Isla Ainsworth caught in a scandalous one-night stand with the dangerously handsome billionaire, Gabriel Wyndham, it quickly becomes headline news. To protect both Isla’s reputation and the Wyndham family name, Gabriel’s powerful grandfather forces them into an unexpected marriage. But there is one problem. Gabriel is in love with another woman, Delphine Winthrope, his childhood sweetheart. He agrees to marry Isla only to silence the scandal and restore his public image. His relationship with Delphine remains unchanged. Now, Isla is trapped in a loveless marriage and judged by a family that sees her as nothing more than a stain on their legacy, Isla struggles to survive. She tried to make her marriage work. But slowly, she begins to adjust, choosing to focus on her career rather than a love she believes will never be hers. She loves Gabriel with all her heart, but he never returns that love. He gives her everything. His name, his wealth, and his protection, but never his heart. To him, she is only a friend. She finally set to divorce him. But he will not divorce her. Never. Yet when hidden truths come to light, Gabriel begins to see Isla differently. For the first time, he develops real feelings for his wife and ends his long relationship with Delphine, the woman everyone thought he would marry. But just as love begins to grow between Isla and Gabriel, enemies rise, and danger closes in around them… In a web of family feuds, betrayal, and buried truths, Isla might be the only key to making things right in the family or tearing them apart forever. Fall into this gripping story of love, passion, secrets, and redemption

As the end of the year approaches, my wife, Sylvia Small, who is five months into her pregnancy, accidentally falls into a lake. Our neighbor who is a police officer, Raven Weber, jumps in and rescues her. Unfortunately, she slips into a coma after her heroic feat. As I rush over, I see that a crowd has gathered at the scene. Sylvia is drenched from head to toe, wrapped up tightly in a blanket. Water droplets keep dripping from the tips of her hair. "Are you alright, Sylvia?" I ask, drawing near. The moment Sylvia sees me, she moves toward me and burrows herself into my arms. She clings to me like she is clinging for dear life. "You're finally here, Zach!" she exclaims emotionally. I frown and push her away. "Just say what you have to say. This suit is expensive. Don't dirty it," I said indifferently. My words make Sylvia's eyes go wide with disbelief and shock. But that only lasts for a second before an anxious look replaces it. She holds my arms firmly and says in a choked voice, "Officer Weber is in a coma because of me. Please transfer a sum of money to me so that I can thank her for saving my life." I glance at Sylvia impatiently and reply, "What's that got to do with me? Why should I transfer you my money so that you can give it to her?"

"No matter where you are in world, as long as the moonlight lay waste upon the tips of the blades of grass. I will find you. I will destroy everything in my path, if that is what it takes to make you mine. Why, you ask? It is simple. Because you belong to me." Embark on the twisted love story of the strongest Night Hallow, the Count of Erana and the human kissed by the Sun, Asthenosthene as they find solace and purpose in each others eyes. Will the pleasure-driven and sadistic faceless Count of Erana, Chaol Dremurr have his icy heart thawed by Asty? Or will Asty become the slave of the tormented life he gave her? As the woman who carries the weight of the entire country, will she be able to abide by the rules and tame the destructive count? Will he fall or will she fall? Or will the Count of Erana's heart change for a mere village girl?  

On our wedding anniversary night, my husband, Lucian Moore, comes home with a seven-year-old orphan named Chloe Martin. He even hands her the necklace he bought me for our anniversary and lets her play with it like a toy. Because of her, my son, Ryan Moore, shouts at me for the first time. "You're a bad woman! I don't want you to be my mommy!" I watch the three of them sitting together, warm and cozy, and I say nothing. Instead, I buy a ticket to leave the country. At first, they think I'm just acting out and will come home in a few days. But when they return from Feanland after celebrating Chloe's birthday, they find out I've joined a ten-year classified research project and will not come back again. At that moment, they fall apart.

Akala ni Jade Naive Guaren-Severa, sapat ang pagmamahal para manatiling buo ang isang relasyon. Akala niya, kaya nilang tuparin ang mga pangako nila—na mamahalin ang isa’t isa sa hirap at ginhawa, habang-buhay. Pero nasaan na ang lahat ng iyon ngayon? Once, she had everything she ever wanted. A loving husband, a happy life, a family they were supposed to build together. Pero ngayon, ang naiwan na lang sa kanya ay sakit, pagkaduda, at mga tanong na walang kasagutan. “Ako ba ang may pagkukulang? Hindi ba ako naging sapat? Mas mahal niya ba talaga ang babaeng ‘yon kaysa sa akin?” The woman who tore their world apart. The woman who pushed Jade down the stairs, causing her miscarriage, yet Azriel, blinded by anger and grief, chose her over Jade. The same woman who stole Azriel's heart and left Jade with nothing but broken promises. Nang muli siyang mabuntis, inisip ni Jade na baka may pag-asa pa. Baka sakaling maayos pa nila ang lahat. Pero imbes na yakapin ang panibagong simula, tinulak siya ni Azriel palayo. Sa halip na lumaban, binigyan siya ng divorce papers at tuluyang iniwan—kasabay ng lahat ng pangakong binitiwan noon. Lumipas ang ilang taon. Akala ni Jade, tuluyan na silang tapos. Hanggang sa muli silang pagtagpuin ng tadhana. Azriel is marrying his mistress, and Jade is hired to design their wedding gown. Ngayon, kailangang harapin ni Jade ang lahat ng nangyari. Handa na ba siyang magpatawad? O huli na ang lahat para bumalik sa dati?

When my husband threatened me with divorce for the hundredth time, demanding I sacrifice myself for my sister, I did not cry or make a scene. I simply signed my name on the divorce papers and willingly handed over the man I had loved for ten years to my sister. A few days later, my sister spoke recklessly at a banquet and offended a powerful family. Once again, I stepped forward to take responsibility, bearing all the consequences in her place. When they later proposed that I become a test subject for my sister's drug research, I gladly accepted. Mom and Dad said I had finally grown into someone mature and responsible. Even my cold husband stood by my hospital bed and, for the first time in so long, gently stroked my cheek. He said tenderly, "Don't be afraid. The experiment won't be life-threatening. When you get out, I'll cook you a big meal." However, he did not know that regardless of whether the experiment was dangerous or not, he did not have to wait for me because I was already dying from a terminal illness.

Everyone loved my older sister. When the novel I wrote shot to popularity, she got jealous and suddenly proclaimed that she wanted to be a popular author too. My older brother, who was the editor-in-chief, immediately announced that I plagiarized my sister's story at my book signing and she ended up becoming the genius author while I got cyberbullied so much that I was too scared to leave the house. After I got married to a young heir from high society and lived a happy life, my sister told me that she had a crush on him for years and wanted to be his bride at least once in her lifetime. He did not even think twice about divorcing me and holding the wedding of the century with my sister. My family was afraid that I would sabotage their relationship, so they made me leave the country. However, my sister did not think that I was miserable enough. She came for me outside the country and pushed me down the stairs. I was lying in a pool of blood when my mother rebuked me, "Did you say something that made your sister unhappy again?" That was how I died in despair. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day my brother accused me of plagiarism.