Trash Of The Count's Family Wiki Novels & Stories

"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

Doors closed before I could even explain. By the time my phone buzzed again, my hands were shaking from exhaustion. An unknown number. I almost ignored it. Then a message appeared. If you want to save your mother, come to Vale Tower. Now. My heart dropped. Vale Tower wasn’t just a building. It was a symbol. Forty-eight floors of glass and power owned by the company that destroyed my father. Owned by Adrian Vale. I stared at the screen for a long time. This had to be some kind of sick joke. But the clock on the hospital wall reminded me I didn’t have the luxury of pride.

I had just returned from studying abroad, ready to take over my father's small investment company, when all of a sudden, everything went downhill, and I lost my family. Enoch and Clarendon were the masterminds behind the destruction. They put a fake investment scheme and are trying to launder money in his father's name. Of course, it worked because they were meticulous and planned it behind his back. Before long, his father's image was destroyed, but they did not stop there because he had everything he needed to expose that they were a part of the entire scheme, so they sent a killer, and the killer ended his entire family, with him being the only one that survived.

“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

Clara’s POV When I stepped down from my car, I slapped my hand over my mouth at the disgusting scent that made me want to vomit. The ground beneath me shook as I made my way to the fire that had probably destroyed everything inside the tomb by now. "Martin?" The lump inside my throat grew as I choked out his name when I found him standing by the tomb, watching his entire family turn into dust. The Redwood and the Aries family were a legacy. They all were kept down here, in the same tomb and now they were all being burned together, in the same flame.

"They were not just random victims. The Carter family had extensive business dealings with both your father and Don Volkov. All three families were connected through multiple ventures. Real estate. Shipping. Import-export. The accident that supposedly killed your parents also killed the entire Carter family." Trevor paused. Took a breath. "Except for one son. Vincent Carter. He was pulled from the wreckage before the cars exploded. Only survivor." "Where is Vincent Carter now?" Grayson asked. "Living on a private estate about forty miles outside the city. Runs a farming operation. Grapes, strawberries, and other crops. He's keeping a low profile. And Boss, there is more." "What?"

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 have told countless times you should stop hanging out around trash.” “So, my younger brother is trash, is he?” Fox questions in an icy tone. Ransom wriggles his yellow-tipped tattooed fingers at her. “Carley on his arm is our niece,” Angel comments. Carley just smiles. That Woman narrows her eyes at me. “I apologize, Dr. I didn’t mean your family just Weston and Jase.” Ransom snarls and then snaps his teeth at her. “Jase is mine. You don’t call him trash.”

Count Gladstone's word struck Reed hard. "Father! What are you doing!" "YOU!!!" Count Gladstone sternly addressed Reed, "You failed to find a mate before your 30th birthday. YOU will, follow through with this arrangement." "Me??? And the Zenon princess? Father, she MURDERED our ally!" "It's the only way to save our people." the Count whispered into Reed's ear and Reed had no choice but to bite his tongue.

” „I know, among yours you can hope for a calmer life, compared to strangers you are an animal, an unpunished evil and this armor, I wear it for a few days, in the rest of the trip I went like ordinary people, me and my guard, and after the beauty of the clothes, you also suffer from the harsh generosity of the people, a corner of bread was our favorite food, sometimes we broke the law and stole vegetables, you do anything hungry! Here the countess made a disgusting gesture of her own, which the count understood. „Okay, count, you as a man of great value as you are, you have come to act like thieves, you are in the power of your mind or you have gone mad!” „No ma'am, don't eat for five days,