Villainess Marked For Her Alpha Chapter 114: What if My Love Interests Blackened into Full Y

I huddled deep under my fluffy duvet, pink hoodie swallowing my small fra—hood tugged low over damp raven hair, limp legs tucked foetal tight.

Erald eyes stared blank at the bedroom ceiling, mind whirling from the day’s chaos. My family? Total bitches—Viktor, Elena, Alexei—stealing design credit, dragging my na on TV like filthy vipers. They were rotten to the core, and I want them to be exposed. Each week, I will release ten new designs after I release my special edition—Hundred Bonanza Designs.

I will show them what I can do—they can call lunatic, but I will prove that they are the ones who are really lunatics.

The alphas though... bold as sin, attacking my virtue left and right. Hellen’s sneaky nipple kiss in the steaming tub, Reyes’ scorching lips on my chest just now—shaless sparks still tingling skin. Who kisses a chest like that? Also, my kips are feeling unsafe too.

Ivory alone behaved proper, her quiet care a calm haven amid their cheeky fire. Heat flushed my pale cheeks vivid, replaying mint-coffee warmth, gray eyes hungry, blue waves framing sly grins.

Am I getting attracted to won? To alphas? Straight woman with a pussy, them packing dicks under skirts—futa twist straight from GL yuri novels, all girl-on-girl passion. Just as hot as yaoi boys, harems, or reverse harems. But my story started reverse harem—four alphas chasing one oga girl, romance knotted ssy.

So, am I replacing Lily? It seems like I have.

Wait—am I the heroine? Paralyzed legs healing at a snail’s pace, Helly Paws booming defiant despite family betrayal—if yes, I’ve wrecked the original plot hard. Stolen kisses turning it yuri-hot, Viktor crumbling under karma’s inevitable boot.

No fairy-tale princes sweeping in; just fierce alpha won staking bold claims, my traitorous heart fluttering wild and confused. Genre shifted full-force—my ss rewriting the script entirely, one electric lip-lock at a ti.

Should I be happy about this?

I don’t really know.

Curled sleepy in bed, I ticked off ntal boxes like a villainess flowchart, voice whispering soft to the empty room, erald eyes narrowing thoughtful through heavy lids.

"I’m oblivious to most plot signs—missing every flag." Not just that, I am also oblivious to people around who like .

"Check."

"I’m very beautiful—skin glowing, raven hair silky, erald eyes drawing stares everywhere." This is a bit narcist but I am too beautiful.

"Check."

"Adversaries pop up constantly—family sabotage, business rivals, TV sars."

"Check."

"I was a commoner in my previous life—just a barista slinging lattes, broke and bored behind the counter. Also, acting as a waitress sotis."

"Check."

"Parents hate —pure abandonnt, poison plots, public lies."

"Check."

"Multiple love interests chasing hard? Alphas raining kisses non-stop."

"Check—three of them, relentless."

"The OG heroine despises ? That smug oga from early Chapters, always glaring daggers." Lily hates , and I am sure of it. I won’t forget that day when she humiliated by making act as a cat.

"Check."

"Reincarnated as the villainess—an outcast tossed into a reverse harem world?"

"Check." I paused, hugging my knees tighter under the duvet, hoodie sleeve muffling a yawn. "I’m a cry-baby, tearing up at everything?"

"Check." Honestly, my tear glands are too active. I cry at the simplest things, making people think that I like crying.

"I whine vulnerable in front of my love interests—blushing red, gasping under their lips and touches?"

"Check." A chill raced down my spine—too perfect, too spot-on. If this was isekai oto ga, I’d flipped the script clean from villainess doom-loop to yuri queen triumph—not to be so proud about this fact.

Heart raced faint under the fluffy covers, pink hoodie cocooning tight—limp legs numb, but mind buzzing defiant. Maybe I was steering my own fate now, paralysis be damned, rewriting this twisted step by step.

Should I go bully Lily now? The famous actress-slash-the-heroine who tornted —endless stalking accusations, sneers in my old life. I’m the heroine here, aren’t I? Flipped villainess to queen, alphas at my feet, business crushing foes—yes, maybe I can bully her now. Besides, public do seem to think that I stalked her—even so believe that I still stalk her.

She bullied ruthless first—it’s ti for to return the favour, tenfold. I will make her squirm.

"She’s a total bitch," I muttered to the empty room, erald eyes glinting vengeful through the hood’s shadow.

I laughed low and wicked, picturing it vivid—Lily on her knees, flawless face streaked with tears, begging forgiveness in front of flashing caras—voice cracking, "Please, Emily, I’m sorry!" Helly Paws fans circling her, phones out.

"I’ll make her wear a pig costu—pink snout, curly tail, trotting laps at my everyday-style launch event." Raven hair tickled my grinning cheeks; oh, the headlines. "Then, I will make her wear a rat’s costu at her own house.

"Tch! Why do I have so many enemies stacking up? Male leads shoved aside, OG heroine shooting glares, viper parents saring on TV, business rivals closing in—yet I’m the heartthrob dragging alphas like moths to fla," I grumbled low under the fluffy duvet, pink hoodie muffling my whiny tone, erald eyes rolling lazy at the ceiling cracks.

"Can I even land ’successful heroine’? Dead-weight legs, endless drama... total disaster waiting."

Wait.

Ice stabbed my gut sharp—what if my love interests blackened full yandere? Love curdling obsessive, trapping shattered and owned? Alphas twisted dark, gazes burning mad with total claim.

Visions crashed vivid, pulse racing frantic under covers:

Hellen leads—eyes wild manic, loose waves snarled as she deadbolts mansion doors for good. "No pain ever again, princess Emily—mine solely. I will keep you safe." Her tech empire pulverizes Viktor to nothing; baths beco chained rituals, kisses bruising bites, wife-murmurs echoing in pitch-black tub, my legs clenched possessive in her grip.

Reyes follows—gray eyes feral savage under cap, raw muscles roping permanent to her lap. "Yell all you like, oga—I rule every touch." She torches rival designs; chest kissed bloody nightly, windows stalked endless, jealousy carving any intruders. "You will give birth to my kids."

Ivory shifts too—gentle hands hardening steel, dressing in slow ownership. "Stay comfy eternal, pet." Poisons off threats quiet; care warps to prison, white lace panties forced daily, my erald eyes hers exclusive.

All three unite? Pitch-dark room seal—no windows, no light—they snap my already limp legs on purpose ’for safety,’ dragging into forced nights of tangled bodies—kisses marring skin head-to-toe, juice spooned to obedient captive. Viktor? re forgotten bones. Heroine glory or pretty grave?

I shivered hard, knees crushed tighter to chest—yandere nightmare hitting too real. "Nope... just stay normal, alphas. Please." No, I can’t let them get blackened!