Trash Of The Count's Family Wiki Novels & Stories

"Don't blame Connie, Mom. It's my fault. I have caused you so much trouble. I shouldn't have taken the coat from her…" Before she finished, Dad grabbed me and slammed me to the ground. He roared, "A cold-blooded thing like you doesn't deserve to live in this loving family!" I cried and begged him to stop. But the more I cried, the more he was convinced that I felt no remorse. His claws landed harder and harder. Mom and Nathan stood at a distance, their faces indifferent. It was as if I weren't part of the family, just a filthy rogue they didn't recognize.

He even offended the Warner family which was an elite aristocratic family. Joseph could have stopped it, but he did not expect his son Justin to be killed suddenly. As long as Justin was at Dark Cape, the Chasez family would be fine. What a pity… He just hoped that the two brothers could keep the family name alive and return to Somerland one day in the future. Joseph got up and left the villa. He still had a lot to do. In addition to his eldest son, the father of Hank and Hanley who only knew to fool around outside, he still had three daughters.

Even buying an ice cream meant comparing prices at three different stores before committing. Now I understood. Alisha West, my wife, had been preparing for the family’s collapse all along. "Kiddo, I’m not sick." I rubbed my temples. "I just… finally figured things out." At that, Alisha and Elyse exchanged a glance, then quietly went back to flattening cardboard boxes. The comments drifted across my vision again. [Oh? The spendthrift Kayden Day’s changing his ways? Yeah right. He’s definitely faking it to trick her into buying him something even more expensive]

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.

Though one leg had snapped off, the driver had strapped it carefully to the side of the truck and covered it with an old tarp to protect it from the damp. Dad's expression shifted as he looked at it. "The boy didn't come home?" The driver untied the desk and set it down on the curb, looking confused. "It's been over a day now." "He's a bit difficult," Mom said vaguely, reaching out to touch the desk before pulling her hand back, as if it were too dirty. The driver watched them, and something seemed to click. He was a simple man. He knew nothing of decluttering or minimalism.

"What?!" The Southstream Lanes were all left astonished by Roth's words, and even as they wondered what he really meant, Gavin asked, "What do you mean, Roth…?" He was actually skeptical and urged his son for more details. Seeing that his family had trouble understanding, Roth adjusted his glasses as he spoke bluntly this time, "The Four Families of Southstream are now three. All thirty-two members of the Graves family have been butchered—none were left alive."

The sales staff said nothing, but their eyes showed clear disgust. Jason lowered his hand with a cold snort. "Fine. I can let her go." He pointed at Oscar. "Throw this piece of trash out of your house. Our family threw him away. What is your family supposed to be, picking up what we didn't want?" George's head snapped up. "Oscar is a person, not something to be picked up. Your family didn't want him. Our family does. He's already one of us." His voice was firm and final.

Good evening family, addressed the people before me. It has come to our notice that we have spies among us. Some men are here in the name of Andriano and the Dicosta family but are loyal to our enemies, some of you are here to cause the downfall of our family which will never hold. Kenneth!! He stood up timidly, this man here is one of our traitors, he is a spy and a threat to the family. We are going to fish out all the bad nuts from the good ones, if you are a spy here keep this in mind, you are a dead man walking. I pulled my gun a shot, Kenneth in his chest, he fell and died instantly. No one saw that coming, they didn't notice when I pulled out the gun because I was fast. Take care of t

"You, what did you prepare for your father?" I knew that she was so close to addressing me as a rat in public. I smiled at her. I stepped forward with my basket, perfectly decorated just like Camille's. "I almost didn't remember to arrange something, until father mentioned it. Here is my farewell gift to you both." I soon arrived before them and uncovered the content of my basket. The entire room froze with shock. "Those are rotten fruits!”

How could such a powerful family be destroyed so easily? Everyone in the room thought they misheard Joseph. It was after they saw his solemn expression that they knew he was not joking. Caleb was dumbfounded. His forehead was covered in cold sweat, but he did not dare to wipe it off. He swallowed his saliva nervously instead and put on an awkward smile before he asked in fear, "Sir, are you joking with us? "The Carson family were practically royalties in Dernburg. They are a long-established family. How could they be destroyed so easily?