"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.



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 goddess-tier beauty, but she stares at me like I’m a quarterly report.



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.



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.



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.