Villainess Marked For Her Alpha-Chapter 128: A Rose Blooming Ripe in Their Own Garden
Viktor smashed his wine glass down hard on the marble floor—sharp shards scattering everywhere, red wine spilling out thick like blood under the chandelier’s harsh light.
He yelled, "What the fuck is going on?! My company, the one I built with my own sweat and long nights, is falling apart. Everyone online and in the news says we stole Emily’s sketches! Stocks are crashing, investors pulling out—it’s a disaster!"
"That desperate bitch isn’t even that smart," Elena spat, her freshly dyed pink hair glowing bright and garish like cheap candy against her twisted, angry face.
Her manicured nails dug deep into the chair arms, leaving marks. She had seen that look in that raven-haired bitch before—if she was correct, it was that day... on the dining table.
"You should’ve just killed her when she was little—put poison in her milk and ended it!" Viktor yelled, his face swelling dark purple with rage, neck veins bulging out like they might burst. He poured some scotch for him in a glass before putting some ice cubes in it. Maybe liquor could make his anger subside.
"And let me be the one to do it? You had plenty of time to do it yourself, you weak coward!" Elena snapped right back, her pink hair whipping around as she half-stood from her chair.
To them, Emily was nothing—didn’t matter if she lived or died; she was just a tool for their games. But now, they wanted her gone, especially if they wanted their company to survive.
Alexei looked at his dad steady but puzzled from across the table. "You drugged Emily? Gave her suppressants? Why mess with your own daughter’s omega side like that?"
"Stay out of it, Alexei—you’re too young to understand grown-up business like this," Viktor growled low and dangerous, his thick fist squeezing his scotch glass so tight the ice cubes clinked sharp against the sides.
"It’s messed up, Dad—even for our family," Alexei shot back. Viktor had always chosen money over blood; Emily was just a useless piece to him, nothing more.
"Elena, tell this boy to shut his mouth—my company, my rules!" Viktor shouted, leaning forward over the table with his face red and sweaty.
In his anger, the truth slipped out—he’d been secretly giving Emily omega suppressants ever since she was little, forcing down her natural instincts to keep her quiet, weak, and under his thumb.
’She grew up in a mansion with everything. What more could she want?’
’She should be glad that she isn’t dead! That fucking bitch’s body was theirs to use and discard.’
"Her legs are already useless now," Elena sneered, her pink hair gleaming sharp in the light like tangled wire. "It’s a shame the poison didn’t finish the job—total paralysis, stuck rotting helpless in a bed the rest of her life."
"Forget that girl completely! Copy 1,000 of her designs and flood every store—bury her market!" Viktor barked at Alexei, spit spraying from his lips and landing wet on his silk tie.
"I run the tech division, Dad—I’m CEO there already, locked in with contracts and board approval. Fashion just isn’t my area; I’ve got no eye for fabrics or trends," Alexei said calm and steady, his voice even as he held his father’s furious gaze without flinching an inch, hands folded loose on the table.
"You’re taking charge of fashion too, effective immediately—get your ass in gear!" Viktor snapped back, his meaty fist slamming the polished oak table with a thunderous bang that sent bottles toppling, glasses rattling precariously, amber scotch sloshing over rims onto the damask cloth.
"I’m not Emily, Dad. I don’t have that rare spark of creativity she does—it’s like she sees worlds in threads. Our employees? They produce safe, dull designs—cookie-cutter patterns, lifeless colours, nothing special or alive that turns heads twice."
"What exactly are you trying to say, boy? Spit it out!"
"She has a true gift for finding raw, hidden talent—design school dropouts bursting with big, wild ideas scribbled in margins, street painters scratching vivid murals on any surface they find from alley walls to cardboard, baristas idly doodling intricate designs on coffee shop napkins during slow shifts."
"Are you saying that my company doesn’t have talents?!"
"Yes, even ordinary people she spots wandering the roadside with a haunted look in their eyes—and she shapes them, hones them into shining stars. That’s pure magic we simply can’t replicate, no matter how many millions we throw at it."
Viktor’s face contorted into an ugly red scowl, his heavy jowls trembling hard with building rage, sweat beading on his furrowed brow as his breath came in short, ragged huffs.
"We can’t outmatch her mind, Dad. She doesn’t go for direct attacks—no lawsuits or scandals—just subtle moves that crash into us like relentless waves, one after another, eroding our foundations until we’re sunk."
"That filthy slut picked the exact moment to unleash those 100 designs, hitting us when we were most exposed and vulnerable," Elena hissed sharply through clenched teeth.
"There’s no concrete proof we can use to take her down legally, Dad. She’s the real soul, the beating heart this company lost when you kicked her out. You’re going to lose to her—it’s inevitable, written in every sales chart and forum thread." 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶
Viktor’s hand lashed out quick as a viper and slapped Alexei hard across the cheek—the sharp crack echoed through the opulent room like a gunshot, a bright red welt rising fast on pale skin, the sting blooming hot and immediate.
"How dare you speak to me that way, you disloyal little snake—after everything I’ve given you!"
Alexei held his composure on the surface, his jaw tightening just a fraction under the burning sting, a faint metallic taste of blood where his teeth cut his inner cheek.
"You confessed it yourself—you and mother drugged her starting when she was just a kid, suppressing her omega nature to keep her docile. We threw away our victory, our edge, the day we forced her out of the business."
"Shut your mouth this instant, or I’ll shut it for you!"
"Right at the moment we cut her loose completely, betrayed her trust—it all started crumbling, piece by piece."
Viktor slapped him once more, harder this time with his knuckles connecting solid against bone, leaving a dark, throbbing bruise swelling under the skin. "Get out—now! Don’t come back until you grow a spine!"
Alexei breathed out a slow, weary sigh, straightened his crisp shirt collar, and walked out without glancing back once—not at his father, not at stepmother Elena.
The heavy oak door clicked closed softly behind him, sealing the silence.
He stalked the mansion halls after the door clicked shut, cheek throbbing from Viktor’s double slaps, but his mind raced far from the pain. No love lost for Emily—never had been.
She was step-sister by paper, a ghost in their gilded cage. What gnawed him raw was that scent. The omega bloom he’d caught on her once, faint but intoxicating—exploding ripe and slick-sweet, flooding his senses till his cock twitched hard under the table.
But everything changed at that party.
His face flushed hot red even now, remembering—her emerald eyes glazing hazy, raven waves sticking to milky skin, full lips parting on a whimper as slick heat leaked subtle, calling every alpha instinct to pin, rut, claim.
’Thank god, that I was there in that party.’
He had gripped his glass white-knuckled, fighting the urge to drag then—knot swelling thick, pounding her tight walls till she milked him swollen and bred. ’Stepsister? A rose blooming ripe in their own garden—plucked for family hands. No shame in keeping it in the bloodline. Family stays family, locked tight.’
’Also, Lily is an alpha... I don’t care about her. But I am not going to let Emily go now. She has blossomed into such a ripe, beautiful omega—it’s my right to claim her.’
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