Trash Of The Count's Family Wiki Novels & Stories

I wrote about how I had given up a billion-dollar cash reward, and how I had drained every last luck point from my own system account to exchange for the chance for her to stand again after the car accident that had paralyzed both her legs. After finishing the letter, I packed all our old photos into a cardboard box and erased the last traces of my life in this house. [Death countdown: 10, 9, 8...] The countdown entered its final ten seconds. I fell onto the carpet beside the sofa. It felt as though my organs were being shredded by countless blades. My face remained cold as I endured the agony. I vomited mouthful after mouthful of black blood, instantly staining the pure white carpet Victori

They have helped me a lot more than I anticipated, and before I realized it, they were a permanent part of my heart and soul that I would never be able to forget. I'm already in the family's garden now that night has finally fallen once more. The Count was once held captive and coerced into speaking, but in the end, the Count killed himself by stabbing himself. The house used to be full of secrets. However, they have discovered some data, and Zeiron helped the others once the Greyton ship had been located, though he is still missing from the neighboring empire.

Their family was not very close with his uncle's family, but his uncle and aunt were always cheerful and friendly whenever they met. Triston's little brain couldn't understand why his uncle was angry towards him now? What was Triston's mistake? Why was his uncle throwing away his parent's belongings? Why did he send Reese away? After his parent's death, Reese was the only person he had who cared for him. Now that he was gone, he was left all alone in this vast Mansion, with no one to hold to for comfort. Finally, he cried himself to sleep, reminiscing on the good old days.

The young Veta and her brother are supposed to greet their father who just came home from his long business trip when instead of a hearty welcome, two men who fought were seen. “This cannot be possible, how could you make such a decision without asking us?” Her father shouted to the man who is crouching down, it seems as if he was hit by the count. “T-that, I am also one of the shareholders of this business! Can’t I make a decision in tough times like that?” The man who was crying in pain looked up at his friend who was in rage. “Yes, you are, however…” the count paused and grabbed a stack of paper, he was supposed to give it over to the man on the floor but then, he threw it on the man’s fa

If he didn't strip the count of everything then his son will strip the Count of his life . " Ahem , Count Miller after hearing all the evidences and letters , I'm afraid I need to strip you and your family of your title as well as ths wealth you have accumulated by using the Royal family 's horses need to be returned to their original owner meaning us , In case you fail , your entire generation had to pay it back by their blood "

“I heard from the servants that the count was buried here.” He looked at Basil. “The Count’s tomb is here?” “Yes, Your Majesty. Speaking of which, did he not bring in an illegitimate child into the estate only to have Lady Alicia kick his father and his daughter out before journeying to Coulson? In any case, the Count was buried next to his wife after death. It was what Lady Alicia agreed to. She might have grown soft to him after his death.” In the past, Alicia could not let go of her family unaware of her father and half-sister’s lack of love… even going as far as to grant them all their selfish requests.

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

We were just a product of wrong parenting, society's misfits. I sighed for the hundredth time that night. Ahead of us, I saw the three monsters talking to an elderly couple while taking measured looks in my direction. My heart clenched, I knew the old woman. She was part of the first family, Lucian was indeed right. My family was selling me as a bartering chip to gain more power and influence. Being friends with the Zorya and gaining the trust of the first family. My family is becoming more monstrous than they were already are.

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.”

Clenching his jaw, he muttered, “This stupid project will only distract you from the company. I don’t know why you’re so obsessed with it. You’ve wasted years. Wouldn’t it be better to let someone else—” “You knew I worked on it, and you still dared to put your hands on it?” I scoffed. “Listen, Mr. Riverwood. I’ve tolerated you and your perfect family for ten years. Don’t touch what I treasure. Back off, or you’ll find yourself bankrupt by tomorrow.” “How dare you? You’re threatening your own family?” I leaned toward him, whispering, “My family died seven years ago.” Dad flinched and stepped back. His jaw tightened, and he let out a dry laugh.