"I Became a Mosquito to Bite My Ex, Now I'm a CEO"

“I, Lucien Chakma—Lu to friends, Lucien Chakma Lu to the judgmental gods of the cosmos—do solemnly swear to make the most of this second life. I’ve got a billionaire’s body, an assassin’s bullet to dodge, and a jawline so sharp it could probably file paperwork.” Yes, that was me. Talking to a dead guy. Who was me. Confused? Cool. Buckle in. Rewind to the beginning: I was just Lucien Chakma, tragically single, emotionally unstable, marginally handsome, and so broke even my wallet had abandonment issues. I was dating a girl named Toby—until she dumped me for another girl. little did I knew she was a lesbian. I spiraled, okay? I wanted revenge. I wished I could become a mosquito just to bite her and give her the itchiest payback of her life. And guess what? The universe listened. In came Pokolo, a glitter-explosion fairy with a chaotic energy that screamed "Pinterest failed me," who granted my wish with a smug little “You’ve got 24 hours.” Boom. I was a mosquito. A tiny, buzzing, emotionally damaged insect on a mission. It was going fine. Until I bit the wrong person. SLAP. Dead. No dramatic last words, no death monologue—just splat. But the fairy, guilt-tripping harder than a mom with screenshots, offered me one free transmigration into a random body in the multiverse. I took the deal. Because duh. Next thing I knew, I woke up in a hospital bed, surrounded by machines, medical charts, and air that smelled like generational wealth. Meet: Lucien Malric Moreaux. Age 29. Billionaire. Tech tycoon. Murdered by a sniper. Now inconveniently possessed by the soul of a mosquito-human hybrid with trust issues. Guess who’s him now? Me. From mosquito to mogul in under 24 hours. Universe speed-ran my glow-up. The catch? Everyone thinks I'm still the original Lucien. Including: The board of Moreaux Global, who expect me to run an empire I can’t even log into. My fiancée, the Ruxin heiress with a gaze that says “I own half the stock market and probably your soul.” Oh, and the guy who killed me. He might want a sequel. But plot twist: I never paid attention to that fiancée. She’s a beauty. I’ve had enough heartbreak in one multiverse to dive into an arranged engagement with a woman who probably thinks of me as a PR investment. Then came her. Dr. Arno Theryn Solace. Twenty-six. Neurosurgical genius. Hair like golden storms. Eyes like glacial oceans. The woman who saved this body and almost gave me a cardiac arrest by just... existing. She walked in, rattled off a diagnosis, and walked out like she owned time. I developed a crush so fast I’m suing gravity. And just when I thought that was a one-time medical miracle? We met again. Different room. Different reason. Same smolder. She tried to keep it cool. But I had to say it: “Ms. Solace, you want to run? Don’t dream about it.” Look, I know I’m in over my head. I don’t know how to be a CEO. I can’t even spell fiduciary. But I do know how to chase love, find the truth, and pretend I belong in luxury suits. I’d even find out what love feels like—maybe this time, with someone who won’t leave me for a girl. Or slap me mid-air. This is my second shot. And I’m going all in. There’s a killer on the loose. A company to run. A fiancée to confuse. A doctor to woo. And somewhere in this mess, a lonely ex-mosquito might just figure out what it means to live. Expect: Mistaken identities Corporate power plays Multiverse madness Enemies-to-lovers chaos Fairy nonsense And a main character who refuses to die quietly—even when he’s squashed. A mosquito became a mogul. A writer became a CEO. And a broken heart might finally heal. So, are you in? Click that chapter button. I promise laughs, gasps, spicy tension, and at least one moment where you’ll say, “Wait, did he really say that?” Yes. Yes, I did. Because this isn't just reincarnation. This is my ultimate rom-com action-fantasy revenge-glow-up redemption arc. Let’s go.