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

This isn't just a normal transmigration novel.



I, Lucien Chakma- Lu, do solemnly swear to make the most of this second life. I’ve got a billionaire’s body, a Mastermind in shadow, an assassin’s bullet to dodge, and a jawline so sharp it could probably cut glass.



And... Excuse me, what? I just activated a system! My goodness!



Rewind to the beginning: I was just Lucien Chakma, tragically single, unstable, 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 don't mind she is into girl but why did she choose me to explore her sexuality? I felt used.



So, 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. Entered Pokolo, a glitter-explosion fairy with a chaotic energy who granted my wish with a smug little “You’ve got 24 hours.”



Boom. I was an Aedes 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 or death monologue- just splat.



But the fairy, guilt-tripping, 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 still roaming in shadow!



But plot twist: I never paid attention to that fiancée.



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.



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.”



This is my ultimate rom-com action- urban fantasy revenge-glow-up, system, redemption arc.



Let’s go.