Years After I Faked My Death, My Husband Is Still Mourning Me

Please check out my next upcoming novel, The Sickly Drama Queen Becomes Her Nemesis's Canary.

A pretty, foolish beta who's a little bad but not too much, in the bottom role x a gloomy, neurotic top-tier star alpha in the top role.

The full blurb is at the very bottom.

--- This Novel ---

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[Drama queen omega bottom x cold, possessive alpha top]

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[Lonely omega x despairing widower]

Marriage first, love later, with wall-to-wall melodrama

--- Blurb ---

Fang Xun is beautiful enough, but stupid, shallow, vain, and far too ambitious. He's exactly the kind of pretty ornament Lu Tingyun despises:

At first glance, he's magnificent, but in reality, he's made of cheap materials, shoddily crafted, and low-priced. He can't stand up to the slightest scrutiny.

Yet, somehow, he's Lu Tingyun's Omega.

The kind with a pheromone compatibility rate of one hundred percent.

At their private aristocratic academy, Fang Xun's classmates look down on him for chasing after Lu Tingyun, and their mockery never lets up.

Before Lu Tingyun can react, Fang Xun comes right to him.

He lays out cookies carefully carved into heart shapes, a heart-shaped cake, and heart-shaped roses in front of Lu Tingzhi. His eyes drift over like rippling spring water, full of affection.

"It's okay, darling. This is just who I am. But they got one thing wrong: designer brands aren't what I love most. What I love most of all is you, darling."

"But they all say you don't like me. To put those rumors to rest, could you make my wedding ring one carat heavier?"

Lu Tingyun's expression is cool, with a trace of disgust in his eyes.

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When something goes wrong at Lu Tingyun's home, Fang Xun is even more worked up than Lu Tingyun.

"Darling, will I still get a gorgeous, sparkling diamond ring the size of a pigeon egg? You can still afford one, can't you?"

"We're not going bankrupt, are we? You know I can't handle any hardship!"

"If you go bankrupt, don't marry me!"

"Darling!!!"

Fang Xun is frantic. If Lu Tingyun goes bankrupt, he'll take all the refined omega skills he's been painstakingly learning and find himself a better match!

The next second, a heavy weight settles on his finger.

"When we get married, I'll get you an even bigger one."

Fang Xun melts against his husband's shoulder, boneless, and speaks softly. "Darling, make sure you rest while you're training. Eat well and drink lots of water. Don't get sick, and be careful on missions. I don't want to become a widowed omega yet, darling..."

The next day, Fang Xun shows up at school wearing a ring worth twenty million and flaunts it shamelessly.

Lu Tingyun says nothing.

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Word gets around that Lu Tingyun's spoiled, low-quality omega is dead.

The omegas from other prominent families start getting ideas again.

But Lu Tingyun seems even colder than before. He throws himself into training and missions and pays no attention to the gossip around him.

Lu Tingyun also believes Fang Xun is dead.

Until, during a mission, he sees the delicate omega who seemed as if he'd die the moment he left Lu Tingyun. Calmly and skillfully, he loads a gun and points its black muzzle at Lu Tingyun's head, ordering him to put his hands up.

To surrender to him.

--- Warning: High Voltage Ahead ---

1. The author is aloof and rejects all ship-breaking and reverse ships of their dream pairing.

2. The bottom is a little illiterate, and the top is a huge pervert. Their characterizations are very imperfect, with a bittersweet, dark flavor.

3. Most likely a classic domineering-top-and-spoiled-bottom story. This is the author letting loose and serving up their own melodramatic tastes. If that's not your thing, run!!

4. Includes an old-school confinement room, non-consensual elements, and faked death. Basically, classic old-school melodrama.

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The Sickly Drama Queen Becomes Her Nemesis's Canary

Sickly, dramatic, fallen young master bottom x fatherly, sharp-tongued cool guy top

--- Blurb ---

The day he goes bankrupt, Shu Yiqing knocks on the door of his father's illegitimate son's home.

He abandons his usual arrogant manner and begs in a weak, timid voice.

"...Please. I have nowhere else to go."

The young man behind the door has sharp features and a cold expression. His tall, slender frame blocks the doorway completely.

Shu Yiqing's eyes redden with anxiety. He reaches out to grab Qiu Yan's arm and apologizes humbly.

"I'm sorry, big brother. I never meant to bully you before. I've changed now. I'll accept any punishment you give me, and I'll do whatever you say."

"I'll eat just a little, drink just a little, and spend as little money as possible. I absolutely won't be a burden!"

Qiu Yan stares at the face that turns his stomach and sneers, "My home needs a guard dog."

But Shu Yiqing just sniffs, his watery, red-rimmed eyes curving into a smile. "Then... then that's okay, too. I can learn to bark."

Shu Yiqing's voice is soft, and his two little woofs are soft, too.

Qiu Yan's breath catches. In the end, he lets him in.

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But none of this is anything like what Shu Yiqing promised.

Shu Yiqing says he'll get sick sleeping on the floor, so Qiu Yan has no choice but to give him half the bed. Shu Yiqing is allergic to the rough bedding, so Qiu Yan has to replace it with soft silk sheets. Shu Yiqing says he can't sleep because he's cold at night, so he has to tuck his hands and feet into Qiu Yan's arms to warm them...

Qiu Yan finally loses patience. "Keep this up and I'll throw you out to live on the streets like a stray dog."

Shu Yiqing reminds him in a trembling voice, "Why are you so mean to me, big brother? I'm your own little brother..."

Qiu Yan sneers inwardly, unable to resist the urge to mock him, and corrects him: "Half."

"...Then I still love you. I've always loved you like a real big brother, and I want to be with you forever." Shu Yiqing lifts his head and plants several clingy kisses on Qiu Yan's face.

Qiu Yan's anger is thoroughly washed away by the shameful thrill of their incest.

Shu Yiqing is rather pleased with himself.

He's so clever. He can easily wrap Qiu Yan, that bastard, around his little finger.

Shu Yiqing puts up with a lot.

He gets just 50 yuan a week in pocket money. Qiu Yan checks his homework every day, forbids him from chatting with people at school, and won't let him drape his leg over Qiu Yan when they sleep at night. He puts up with all of it.

He even puts up with Qiu Yan kissing his lips until they split.

The flimsy single bed has been wrecked from all the rough handling, and Shu Yiqing's limbs are so weak he can barely lift a hand, but he still puts up with it.

Then Qiu Yan says he wants to marry him. Shu Yiqing finally can't keep up the act. With tears on his pitiful face, he scolds him in a soft voice.

"...You shameless bastard! How can you even think of marrying your own little brother?!"

"And you're so poor! Are you trying to make me spend the rest of my life living this kind of miserable life with you?!"

No matter how much Shu Yiqing plays the victim, their happy days of brotherly affection are gone for good.

Every day, he's forced to take large doses of medicines of unknown origin. Like a pet Qiu Yan keeps confined to the bed, he waits mindlessly for Qiu Yan to come to him.

Shu Yiqing loves to press close to his ear and demand, "...What kind of little brother acts like this?"

Shu Yiqing's breaths come in little gasps as he begs hoarsely, "Big brother, big brother, please..."

But Qiu Yan remains unmoved and only torments him even more.

Shu Yiqing breaks down and cries out, "...Husband! Husband! Don't treat me like this!"

Shu Yiqing starts to regret his own cleverness, yet can't help feeling secretly relieved.

He seems to have found another way to play Qiu Yan for a fool.

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