Surviving In This Filthy World As A Novel Villain

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Alex had no interest in playing those foolish games. He didn't care about love, he cared about possession. He wanted to take a somewhat different route he had taken for Rose and Lily.

"I think you'll come around eventually," Alex said casually.

Sera shot him a glare. "I hate you. I always have. And I always will." Her voice was firm, unwavering.

Before, she had been too afraid to say something so direct. She had worried about what Alex might do, worried that rejecting him would lead to consequences for her grandfather or her family, after he had found another girl to fawn over she was free but now he returned.

But also now… Her grandfather was gone. She had nothing left to fear. Alex didn't react. Instead, he changed the subject entirely.

"Now that your grandfather is gone, what's the plan for the inheritance?" He glanced at her, his tone light but unreadable. "If there's no specific will, then everything should go to the primary heir aka the eldest son of your grandfather. Kleinberg Industries is worth in billions, after all. You're just going to let your uncles and aunts take it all without a fight?"

Sera frowned. Her patience was wearing thin. "I don't care about the money."

Alex let out a dramatic sigh.

"Right. Because money is meaningless," he said, shaking his head. "That's exactly the kind of thing a billionaire's granddaughter would say."

Sera clenched her fists. She really wanted to hit him.

Alex continued as if he hadn't noticed.

"Listen, that company was your grandfather's life's work. If he knew that the people who pulled his oxygen tube were about to inherit it, he'd probably bust out of his coffin just to slap some sense into you."

Sera bit the inside of her cheek, forcing herself to stay calm.

After a long pause, she muttered, "I just want a simple life. Like you said, when someone dies, it's over. Who cares about the inheritance? My grandfather wanted me to be happy, not fight over money."

With that, she turned and started walking away.

Just as Sera brushed past Alex, his voice rang out behind her… calm, indifferent, but carrying a weight that made her breath hitch.

"If you don't care about the inheritance, what about the real reason your parents died?" She froze. Her foot, which had just lifted off the ground, hovered in the air for a split second before she slowly lowered it.

Alex chuckled, a low, almost mocking sound. "What's wrong? Weren't you leaving?"

His tone was light, teasing. But his eyes, dark, knowing—held something much deeper.

Sera turned back around, her expression tense. "What do you mean by that?"

Alex leaned lazily against the hospital room's door frame, looking at her with amusement.

"Relax," he said, strolling into the room at an unhurried pace. He sat down on the small caretaker's bed and patted the spot next to him. "Come sit. Let's have a little chat."

Sera hesitated, her body stiff with suspicion.

"Say what you have to say from there." She took a step back, glaring at him as if he were something repulsive.

Alex's smile faded, his voice dropping a few degrees colder.

"This attitude of yours is really starting to annoy me," he said, his gaze sharpening. "Who do you think you're giving that look to?"

Sera clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. If looks could kill, Alex would have been reduced to ashes by now.

But he didn't care. He never cared.

"Personally, I think the truth is overrated," Alex mused, stretching his arms behind his head. "What's past is past. Sometimes, it's better to let things go. Move forward. Be at peace."

Sera's mind was in turmoil.

For years, she had been haunted by questions surrounding her parents' deaths. The car accident had been too sudden, too convenient.

She had investigated on her own, hired professionals to dig into it. But no matter how much time or money she spent, she always hit a dead end.

Still, she had never once believed that it was just an accident.

Three minutes passed in silence. Finally, she moved. Slowly, reluctantly, she walked over and sat on the edge of the caretaker's bed.

"Now," she said, her voice tight. "Tell me what you know."

Alex smiled.

"I know you're impatient," he murmured, and then, before she could react, his arm slid around her waist, pulling her just a little closer.

"But don't worry," he whispered, his grip firm. "I will tell you."

Sera Kleinberg's waist was impossibly slim. The sudden physical contact made her entire body go rigid. A deep blush crept up her cheeks, and her heartbeat quickened. Her voice trembled with anger and embarrassment.

"You… let go of me! If you don't, I'll scream for help!"

'Scream all you want.' Alex thought and exhaled slowly, his tone calm. "Stop moving. We have serious matters to discuss."

Hearing his tone, Sera stiffened but ultimately chose to stay still, listening intently.

….

Alex spoke casually, as if discussing the weather.

"Did you know that your grandfather once made a will?"

"A will?" Sera frowned, shaking her head. "No… I didn't."

"Your grandfather planned to transfer all his company shares to your father. And just a few days later, your parents died."

Silence. The words hit Sera like a hammer, leaving her mind blank. No… that's not possible.

Her breathing became uneven. It took her several seconds to gather her thoughts, her voice shaky as she forced out a question.

"It was… my uncle? Logan and the others… they killed my parents?"

Alex smirked. "You're not as clueless as I thought."

Sera clenched her fists so tightly that her long nails dug into her palms. Slowly, she turned her gaze toward the man still pressing a hand against her stomach. Her voice was laced with suspicion.

"How do you know all this? Even though I had no clue… So how did you find out?"

Alex chuckled, his grip still firm.

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