Villainess Marked For Her Alpha-Chapter 120: Press Conference (Part 1)
Reporters and VIPs packed the front rows of the grand conference hall, a sea of clicking cameras, notepads, and glowing phone screens capturing the live-streamed Helly Paws press event for millions tuning in real-time.
The air thrummed with electric anticipation—paparazzi frenzy at fever pitch, spotlights bathing the stage in harsh white glare.
Hellen sat poised in a sleek leather chair, exuding alpha command in her tailored blazer, honey-citrus pheromones subtly steadying the charged atmosphere.
Beside her, Emily commanded equal presence from her wheelchair—raven waves pinned in an elegant updo with loose tendrils framing her heart-shaped face, emerald eyes bright and determined despite the subtle tremor in her hands, a radiant smile forced but flawless for the flashing lenses.
Hellen cleared her throat into the mic, voice smooth and resonant. "Hello everyone, thank you for coming to Helly Paws’ first press conference. I’m the founder, and Emily is my co-owner alongside me—equal partners in this vision."
"I’m the founder of Helly Paws too—we co-own it together," Emily added softly but firmly, leaning forward with poised grace, her milky white skin glowing under the lights. "It’s been a journey, but we’re just getting started."
Reporters snapped photos wildly—shutters exploding like fireworks—murmurs rippling through the crowd like waves.
"You can ask us any questions," Hellen invited, gesturing open with a confident sweep.
"But first, Helly Paws’ recent events are a massive success," Emily chimed in, voice gaining warm strength, gesturing to the massive backdrop screen cycling glossy images of fantasy-clad pets. "We’re growing rapidly—expanding to 50 new stores nationwide, upgrading our app with AR try-on features, and optimizing the online site for seamless global shipping. Our fantasy collection sold out in hours!"
The crowd erupted—thunderous applause, cheers echoing off the rafters, whistles piercing the din as claps thundered on.
A reporter’s hand shot up first, mic poised.
"Yeah, you," Hellen nodded, pointing sharply.
"How do you explain forming your new company, Ms. Hellen? A tech background in pet fashion?" the reporter pressed, eyes keen.
Hellen smirked smooth, leaning back casual. "I was a software engineer before diving into this—built apps for Fortune 500s. So yes, I bring real experience; coding our AR pet previews was child’s play. Emily’s the design genius; I handle the tech backbone. As for the company’s growth, you will find out soon."
Another reporter zeroed on Emily, mic thrust forward aggressively. "Ms. Emily, what about your stalking allegations? You’re an omega, aren’t you? Do you like same gender?"
Before Emily could stammer a response—her full lips parting in panic—Hellen cut in sharp, ice-blue eyes flashing volcanic. "Lily Warren is an alpha—she manipulated Emily from the start."
Gasps detonated through the hall like grenades; netizens online imploded—livestream viewers skyrocketed from 15 million to 47 million in seconds, chat exploding—WHAT?! LILY AN ALPHA?? #HellyPawsExpose #LilyFraud. Phones buzzed frantic across the room. People all over the world were now focusing on the press conference.
Emily whipped to Hellen in raw shock, emerald eyes wide as saucers—doubt flickering wild behind her composure. She couldn’t contradict without exposing her own omega secret, but... what if Lily was hiding her gender?
’The novel is already wrong about the villainess. What if it’s wrong about the heroine too?"
The pieces clicked viciously—that spa dominance, unnatural strength, predatory cruelty. Her heart hammered, fingers gripping her chair arms.
Cameras flashed like a lightning storm, reporters shouting over each other in chaos.
"How can you say that?" one demanded, scribbling furious, face flushed.
"I’m not just saying—look," Hellen countered coolly, snapping her fingers.
The massive backdrop screen flickered alive with a dramatic whoosh, projecting an official gender certificate—Lily Warren, Registered ALPHA, stamped authentic from national ABO archives, seals glowing holographic.
The room detonated: screams piercing, whistles shrieking, phones exploding with shares and screenshots. "Holy shit!" echoed from the back; VIPs leaned forward agape.
Hellen leaned into the mic, voice pure steel slicing the frenzy. "She’s a fraud who exploited her fans and Emily—hiding as an omega to play victim, using raw alpha dominance on someone too weak to fight back. Emily’s no stalker; she was targeted, manipulated. We have proof of the harassment."
"What if she used her hidden status to exploit other omegas too? Entering their bathrooms, private spaces and other important places?"
"Emily’s an omega—her gender can’t exploit others. But Lily’s can. You all are targeting the victim instead of targeting the culprit."
Emily sat frozen, heart pounding thunderous—vindicated yet reeling, a whirlwind of relief and dread twisting her gut as the hall descended into bedlam.
"Ms. Emily! Why the wheelchair? Health issues from the ’toxins’?" a sharp-eyed reporter yelled, thrusting her mic.
Emily swallowed hard, composing with effort, voice steady despite the chaos. "Karimoike suppressants—forced on me by rivals. Paralyzed my legs temporarily; physio is ongoing. But it won’t stop Helly Paws, and Herlos."
"Future plans for the brand?" another pressed, cameras whirring.
"Global expansion," Emily replied, radiant now, emerald fire ignited. "Everyday line next month—human-pet matching outfits. Franchise stores in 10 countries by year-end. More contests, charity pet adoptions. We’re building a fantasy empire for fur babies everywhere."
"Just fantasy?" A blue-haired woman raised her hand high, mic trembling slightly with excitement, her neon streak catching the spotlights.
"Everything," Emily affirmed, leaning forward with fervent passion, emerald eyes alight. "Helly Paws becomes the ultimate lifestyle brand."
"Your everyday line would just be for human-pet matching?" the blue-haired woman pressed harder, scribbling rapid notes, her neon streak flashing under the spotlights as the crowd leaned in. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶
"Not at all—mostly human-focused," Emily clarified smoothly, radiant smile widening, raven updo gleaming flawless under the harsh lights, emerald eyes sparkling with vision.
"Humans?"
"This line will focus on human clothing first and foremost—everyday essentials, athleisure, office chic, date-night glamour. Helly Paws stays our pet powerhouse, with matching pet-owner add-ons to tie it all together—coordinated hoodies, scarves, tees for you and your fur baby."
"What about your line’s name?" the reporter followed up quick, mic thrusting forward amid rising murmurs.
"HIER," Emily announced proudly, voice ringing clear over the mic. "The name’s HIER—evoking ’here’ for everyday presence, with a nod to ’heir’ for legacy fashion."
"What about Viktor’s claims you ruined the company?" a VIP business reporter called from the front row, sharp suit crisp, voice booming authoritative over the hum.
"Lies," Hellen shot back instantly, ice-blue eyes narrowing to lethal slits, alpha pheromones sharpening the air like a blade. "Emily saved it from bankruptcy—triple revenue in months, factories repurchased, global pre-orders exploding."
