Surviving In This Filthy World As A Novel Villain

"Alex… Please…" Trisha voice cracked as she forced a smile, her lips trembling. "Don’t… don’t do this. I’m your stepmother. We’re family—family should love and support each other, right?"

Alex didn’t spare a glance at Trisha Wells’ desperate pleas. Instead, he shifted his gaze toward The old man.

"Mr. Edwin and Sir, she’s one of yours. How you handle her is up to you."

The old man and Edwin immediately understood. Alex was giving him the face and not laying hands on her himself thinking he would disrespect them. And in a choice between a distant relative and the man who had single-handedly altered their fate, the decision was obvious.

Without hesitation, the old man responded firmly, "Although Trisha bears the Wells name, she’s from a distant branch and has no ties to the main family. Moreover, she led an unauthorized intrusion into Reid Industries, causing significant disruption… Sending her to prison would be a just consequence."

Turning away without a second glance, the old man took out his phone and dialed the authorities.

"No! Grandpa, you can’t do this!" Trisha’s voice cracked as panic set in. She staggered forward, reaching out toward the older man. "I’m your granddaughter—your blood! You’re really going to send me to prison? Please, I’ll apologize! I’ll make it right!"

Her pleas echoed through the room, but no one paid her any attention.

The old man spoke calmly into the phone. "Yes, we need police at Reid Industries. One individual has caused a public disturbance and needs to be taken in for investigation… Yes, we have the security footage as evidence."

Click.

The call ended.

Trisha’s breath hitched as the walls seemed to close in.

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Few minutes later:-

Trisha and her shallow cries continued for minutes until the Police finally came, she begged, cried, and whatever she could hope to do, she even going as far as Alex legs to beg for forgiveness and let him forgive her.

"No… no, please… I beg you…" Before she could say more, the heavy thud of approaching footsteps echoed from the hallway. The police entered, their eyes cold and professional.

"Ma’am, you’re under arrest for creating a ruckus and trespassing on private property."

"No! Let me go!" The metallic snap of handcuffs cut off her protests.

Click. The cold steel encased her wrists.

"Wait! No! Please—" Her screams faded as she was dragged away.

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Meanwhile, in Alex’s office, the atmosphere was far more relaxed. The rich, earthy aroma of tea filled the room, curling from delicate porcelain cups as Alex, The old man, and the Wells patriarch sat around a mahogany table.

The tension of the earlier confrontation had vanished, replaced by easy conversation and the occasional chuckle.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Alex set down his cup and leaned back slightly, his eyes calm but sharp.

"Let’s skip the formalities," he said. "I want to redeem the favor of helping the Wells Family."

The old man smiled. "Speaking with a straightforward man like you is always refreshing, boy."

Alex’s fingers tapped lightly against the armrest of his chair.

The old man exchanged a glance with Edwin. Old man gave a slight nod, encouraging him to proceed.

"Name your favor Alex," Edwin said. Alex’s gaze shifted between the two men, weighing his words carefully before speaking.

"It’s not a difficult task… for a family with your influence." He paused, allowing the moment to settle before delivering his ultimatum.

"I want Ethan Carter gone from this world—permanently."

Silence. The air seemed to hum with unspoken tension. The old man’s expression barely shifted, though the glint in his eyes sharpened. "By ’gone,’ do you mean…?"

"I don’t care how you do it," Alex replied, his voice as steady as the weight of his demand. "As long as he disappears from the world—and never returns."

Hearing Alex Reid’s calm words, the old man froze. For several moments, he simply stared at Alex, unable to believe what he’d just heard.

"Boy… Are you saying you want Ethan Carter eliminated?"

Alex set down his teacup with a soft clink against the saucer. His eyes met The old man’s without hesitation.

"Exactly."

The old man’s breath caught in his throat. Despite all his years navigating high-stakes business and politics, he found himself taken aback by Alex’s directness.

He had expected tough negotiations—perhaps a steep price or a favor or maybe something even more. But this… This was something else entirely.

In the heavy silence that followed, Alex leaned back in his chair and picked up his teacup once more. His movements were slow, deliberate, as if savoring both the tea and the tension in the air.

He didn’t say another word. He didn’t need to.

This was his office. His territory. No recordings, no witnesses, no evidence. Even if The old man walked out of this room and shouted Alex’s demand to the world, it would be nothing more than hearsay.

And Alex knew it.

The old man’s mind spun as he weighed the risks. Removing Ethan Carter wasn’t impossible for the Wells family.

They had the means, the connections, the capability to make someone vanish without a trace.

Was it worth the risk?

Before Edwin could decide, the old man, the man whose wisdom had guided the family through decades of challenges, spoke.

"Very well," the old man said, his voice steady. "We’ll take care of Ethan Carter for you, Boy and then the favor will be fulfilled."

"Hold on a second… I just wanted to give you all a heads-up about Ethan Carter. Make sure you plan thoroughly—and maybe have a backup plan—because that guy’s like a cockroach. Tough to get rid of and always finds a way to crawl back."

The old man turned to his grandfather, eyes wide with shock. "Cockroach?!"

"He’s just too damn lucky. Would you believe me if I told you that when I met him at the Winters family party, I could’ve pointed a gun at his head, pulled the trigger at point-blank range—and he still would’ve survived? No doubt about it. Either the bullet would’ve just grazed his head, the gun would’ve jammed, or the bullet wouldn’t have penetrated his skull. And even if it did, somehow, it would’ve stopped right before hitting his brain."

The old man and Edwin hesitated, unsure how to respond.

"We’ll remember…" that was all Edwin could say as he and his father made his way to the exit.

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