Trash Of The Counts Family Novels & Stories

Vivian did not ask many questions. She only said the position was still mine. After I hung up, I looked at the hard drive on the table and started counting. Three days. In three days, Nico and I would be gone. Dante came home early that night. Nico was on the living room rug opening his birthday gifts. When he heard the door, he looked up once, then back down without saying a word. Dante stopped, then set a gray shopping bag on the coffee table.

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]

The Count inquired gently. I nearly fell off the horse. Well, no! This jerk dares to speak nonsense about my family!' I know my family is young, but I don't mind!' "You do, after all, live in a small world. How could you have known about the Alheims? You are not deserving."

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

My reflection looked pale, but my eyes were resolute. As soon as the car pulled out of the Forrest family estate, I received Dad's urgent call. He was clearly agitated. "Bad news, Cecilia! Jim is missing! He took the modified off-road vehicle from the garage!" My heart clenched. My grip tightened around my phone. What was Jim going to do? Luke spoke up from beside me, sounding unbothered. "Relax. I arranged a little surprise on the road for him." I turned to him. He was casually adjusting his cufflinks.

She stood there blankly but the robot dog in her arms was still barking, so the sight was strangely funny. Her face pale, she unconsciously stepped back, trying to escape this chaotic vortex. "Stop!" A hoarse roar came from Dad. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared fixedly at my already cold corpse on the operating table. Then, he looked at his wife struggling on the floor and his son howling with his head in his hands. He suddenly charged at Carrie and grabbed her throat, his voice filled with endless regret and madness. "It's your fault! It's all your fault! You ruined our family! Give me back my Jasmine!"

Meanwhile, Dad had carefully steered clear of the junk projects, earning a reputation in the business world for his keen judgment. The disasters left Mom and Megan drowning in debt. In desperation, Mom even tapped into company funds to cover losses. Unfortunately, my lovesick sister spilled everything recklessly. Soon after, Mom's company was investigated thoroughly, and Dad executed the divorce decisively. Megan lost her job, and Dad's will stripped her of her inheritance and threw her out of the family. With my dad severing ties with the Parker family, the once-flourishing Parker Group collapsed entirely. Chloe, once proud and arrogant, nearly attempted suicide in the wake of her family's

“Dear, I’m begging you… Just let me in! I’ll be whatever you want me to be! I’ll do anything you ask! I gave him a dismissive smile, turned around, and closed the door. James continued to pound frantically on the door from outside. I did not feel any sympathy for him. Instead, I picked up a novel and began reading. James shouted until midnight. His voice was hoarse, and he collapsed. I never opened the door again. Two years later, the frozen apocalypse finally ended, and I finally opened my door. As soon as I stepped outside, the stench of blood and decay hit me. They were all dead. Their bodies were mangled, torn apart, and devoured by others. I immediately contacted the police. The frozen

I didn’t respond to her smug look, keeping my eyes forward. Deep down, I was counting the days until the divorce deadline finally arrived. Mindy gave a shy smile and turned toward the restroom to change. When she emerged, the car continued on its way. It wasn’t long before we arrived at Tyler’s family home in the countryside. As I opened the car door, Rachel was already waiting at the front steps. She must have known we were coming. "Mom!" I called out, ready to grab the gifts I had carefully prepared from the trunk.

His eyelids were twitching constantly, but even so, he remained completely motionless inside the coffin. I couldn't help but wonder if Mom and Dad, who were lying next to him and faking their deaths as well, would become so enraged that they would sit up. After all, they were hearing their worthless daughter slap their precious son. In the meantime, the onlookers, who were shocked by my reaction, quickly stepped in to hold me back. I took the opportunity to bury my face in Lucy Hall's, my neighbor's, shoulder. "Why did I have to be the one left alive, Lucy? Mom and Dad are gone, and Draco is dead, too. How did the Lancaster family—?"