Someone Else's Wife [ABO]

The Omega has raven-black hair and snow-white skin, pale and fragile. After his husband, the Federation's highest-ranking official, died in battle, he left him not only endless grief and an enormous inheritance, but also things far more serious, dangerous, and alarming. His late husband's coffin still rests in the church, not yet buried, while every faction has already gathered at the cemetery. By law, high-ranking Omegas are bargaining chips and assets in marriage. Even after being widowed, they can remarry without having their mark removed. Political enemies watching like hungry tigers, stern and solemn officers, meticulous and impartial doctors... and a mysterious masked figure in a distant corner. They're all waiting to see who will claim this cool beauty, born in the slums and refined and lovely, who would look at no one but his husband, yet is coveted by everyone. But what if... this widow is already carrying the last surviving heir of the Federation's Marshal? - The black-veiled Omega cradles his late husband's memorial tablet. His belly slightly rounded, he stands outside the cemetery gates and calmly makes his announcement beneath the covetous, greedy stares of the crowd. "From this day on, I am the next head of the Fu family." The wind lifts the edge of his veil, revealing an old ring of bite marks on his neck, a clear sign of his devotion to his deceased husband. - And yet. No one knows that beside the terrace, under the moonlight after nightfall, the Omega's robe is slightly raised, revealing black stockings. One leg is hooked up, framing soft, full curves like a ripe white peach. A peach blossom goes from delicate to blazing in a single season. "He never satisfied you. He was so useless, he should have given up his place long ago." A man slips through the curtain. "When will you give me a title?" "Are you going to make my son call a dead man his father?" The Omega trembles, tears glistening on his lashes. Yet his reddened eyes are perfectly clear as he reaches out and pats his lover's face with contemptuous condescension. "When you... have the power of the Chief Councilor." "Then you can ask for my hand, sir." #Also known as #The Ultimate Hopeless Romantic Husband #The Battle for a Title #Who Is the Baby's Father? #The heir to the respectable faction is climbing into a widower's house through the balcony #So what? My wife married someone else. Have I ever complained? He loves me so much, mind your own business! #Meanwhile, the supposedly dead, aloof and proud official is sobbing dramatically in a corner #That face wasn't good enough. I'll come back with an even better one (but my wife is so beautiful, I always feel like I'm not handsome enough) #The protagonist is the focus. A delicate white flower turns into a black-hearted schemer. Cool and aloof on the outside, a seasoned wife in reality. He never shortchanges himself. Includes pregnancy, but no childbirth in the main story. As per international convention, all love interests are chaste. Theme: Cherish what belongs to you