Seriously Crazy: Now That I'm a Widower, Even More People Want Me

Even after all these years of marriage, Yin He remains the Alliance's most captivating beauty, the unattainable moonlight everyone clamors after.

Especially now that his husband is dead.

The powerful figures of high society came to pay their respects. They scrutinized and coveted the beautiful relic left behind by that short-lived man.

As Yin He knelt beside the coffin, he was thinking about whom to choose after killing his husband. After all, the Alliance would never let an S-rank Omega remain widowed for life.

The timid, ineffectual, easily manipulated council president's only son, or the most powerful commander of the moment?

Yin He didn't have to think long.

At his husband's seventh-day memorial, he handed over a chip, the corners of his eyes reddening, his voice soft and sweet. "Commander, a small token of my appreciation. I hope you'll accept it."

Jialan lowered his eyes and took it, weighing in his palm the new chip the Tan family had recently developed.

Yin He knew he'd succeeded, because no one turns down a chance to profit.

He was privately celebrating that he'd finally managed to get close to this aloof beauty when,

turning around, he was cornered in the hallway, his back against the cold wall and his chin pinched painfully.

A familiar, crisp scent of agave swept over him. The man's voice was icy, yet tangled with surging affection. "Yin He, I'm back. Did you miss me?"

He was still alive?

Yin He's breathing quickened, his body going rigid.

"Baby, how can you be getting distracted at a time like this?" The man gripped his waist hard, pinning Yin He against the wall so he couldn't move. His deep eyes fixed on the beauty.

Warm breath brushed Yin He's cold ear. His reason returned, and only then did the man's appearance make him break out in a cold sweat.

"You're hard to kill." Yin He gritted his teeth and struggled. As he did, someone walked by in the distance.

The commander leaned against the wall, glanced up calmly, and tossed over a pair of handcuffs. His voice was cool. "Need any help?"

Reader's Guide:

# A ruthless, sinister, beautiful widowed husband, Omega

# A harem of admirers and a love-triangle-from-hell, childbirth, all characters are villains, 1v4 with no official partner, taking turns, no picking a favorite

# Explosive plot, no logic, just go with the fun. Amateur writing, no writing advice accepted. Bottom likes it comfortable, tops stay away. Not for extreme fans of top-on-top content.

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Blurb screenshot taken on January 6, 2026.

Theme: Honor freedom.