The Omega Boss Is Forced to Marry in Someone Else's Place

Lin Suichu had always been the sort of person who took things as they came, lazy and unmotivated, with little interest in anything.

Even when his family arranged a marriage for him without his knowledge, choosing an omega said to be shy and timid, he accepted it readily enough.

After all, he wasn't in love with anyone. A partner who treated him with mutual respect would be fine.

Who could have guessed that the shy, timid omega would run away with his true love just before the wedding? The family had no choice but to find another omega at the last minute.

He didn't find out until the wedding day.

A different person? Fine.

He didn't really care.

But nobody told him...

Lin Suichu stared at the aloof beauty before him, with pale skin, slightly pursed lips, and an air that warned everyone to keep their distance. He felt like letting out a long sigh.

The omega taking the bride's place was his boss!

His boss was very beautiful,

but he didn't want an office romance!!!!

P.S. This is a completely made-up ABO world. The story starts on Children's Day.

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[Blurb for my next novel, After My Nemesis Achieves the Dao]

In the Qihuan Realm, martial arts flourished. Any martial artist could use weapons, brushes, ink, paper, words, and other things imbued with strange power to form their own schools. As a result, there was constant strife, and countless dynasties of every size rose and fell.

Though martial arts prospered, the idea of immortals never died out, and people seeking immortality came in an endless stream.

Yue Jingshi, a prince of the Changwu Dynasty, was one of them. But while others sought immortality or advancement in martial arts...

He was simply bored.

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On a desolate plain where few people ever ventured, a carriage rolled over a road blanketed in snow. As it passed a certain spot, it suddenly came to a stop.

Someone slowly drew back the richly crafted curtain embroidered with colorful patterns, revealing a radiant, peach-blossom face.

Yue Jingshi looked down at the strange figure in the snow. Their hair was as black as ink, their skin whiter than snow, and their features cool and clear, as if a frost spirit had taken human form. His handsome brows arched slightly, and his glass-like eyes held a trace of carefree amusement. "Look at that. Who says I can't find an immortal? I just happened to come across one..."

He met the gaze of the "frost and snow" before him, narrowing his eyes. "An immortal from beyond the heavens."

An immortal from beyond the heavens who knew nothing of worldly life and was poor with words, yet possessed a beauty that dazzled at first glance.

Even the moon goddess of Guanghan could not compare to this frost-and-snow figure of the mortal world.

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After traveling together for several months, Yue Jingshi began to think of binding the immortal from beyond the heavens to a life of earthly riches. One night, beneath flickering candlelight and a frost-bright moon, he casually offered marriage and betrothal gifts.

A refusal would be no problem. He had his ways of keeping the other there.

Instead, a sharp weapon pierced his heart, which was ripped right out of his chest.

Yue Jingshi: ?

Only then did he learn that immortals from beyond the heavens really existed, and that this one had come to prove the Dao.

The path to heaven was broken, and countless mortals lived below. The sincere heart of someone blessed with great fortune could repair the heavenly path and help so-called cultivators attain the Dao and ascend to heaven.

He was the one blessed with great fortune. Oh... that wasn't surprising.

In the end, he died surrounded by flickering candlelight.

As his pupils dilated, the last thing he saw was the "immortal from beyond the heavens" shattering the false moonlit night and flying away on a sword.

Hah... an immortal?

When he opened his eyes again, he wasn't dead, but he had become a vengeful ghost.

His chest was hollow where his heart had been, and his eyes were pitch-black.

His fine clothes had become blood-soaked robes. The vengeful ghost gazed up at the sky from the underworld and drawled, "Since he was lucky enough to survive, I should find a way to make that lofty immortal from beyond the heavens fall down into the mud."

After all, how could anyone be more arrogant and high-and-mighty than him?

Oh, right. Then he would have to remember to ask his immortal for a sincere heart...

And crush it, bit by bit.

The vengeful ghost, who always repaid every slight, thought.

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