Forced to Pretend to Be an A and Marry the Best Actress Omega - Chapter 1

When Xu Mifei woke up in the hotel, staring at the unfamiliar furnishings and clothes scattered all over the floor, it took her a long moment to process the situation.

The room was filled with a heavy scent—a mix of intense musk and lingering floral notes.

She had no idea where she was. The last thing she remembered was complaining to her friends about the novel she had been reading the night before: “What kind of mess is this? All sorts of ridiculous plots and tropes are crammed into this story.”

It was a novel about a scumbag alpha protagonist and a top-tier omega entangled in a toxic love-hate relationship.

When she read about the alpha verbally abusing the omega for the 108th time, telling her to get lost, yet the omega still couldn’t leave due to pheromone dependency, Xu Mifei couldn’t take it anymore. After mentally cursing the trashy alpha’s entire family eight hundred times, she went to sleep.

And now, she had woken up on a bed that was nearly 500 square meters in size. Just from this alone, it was clear the original owner of this body came from a wealthy family—otherwise, they wouldn’t have been able to afford such a luxurious hotel. Judging by the clothes strewn across the floor, last night must have been quite the wild ride.

Clothes had been discarded starting from the entrance, but the sofa was especially littered with them. The bedsheets were a complete mess, yet Xu Mifei was the only one waking up here—no one else in sight.

Sleeping together and then disappearing wasn’t some “runaway sweetheart” trope—it just meant last night hadn’t gone well.

Xu Mifei shifted slightly to check. She didn’t feel any pain, so nothing must have happened. She quickly pulled open her clothes—no marks anywhere.

Then, a splitting headache hit her. Countless memories flooded her mind in an instant.

“Mark me, hurry… It’s already this far, why won’t you mark me?”

“A’Fei, mark me. Make me your omega.”

A delicate, soft woman took off her sunglasses, revealing an exquisitely beautiful face flushed with intoxication.

“Every time I ask you to mark me, you refuse. Why, A’Fei? I promise I’ll be the most obedient one for you…”

The woman’s hand caressed her cheek, her legs seductively wrapping around her.

But the original owner—the one being kissed—only patted her back absentmindedly, completely indifferent.

Piece by piece, clothes fell to the floor. The room was thick with the rich, intoxicating scent of roses, yet the original owner seemed utterly unaffected.

Wait, that’s not right. This perfume is way too strong—did the woman spill her bottle? Xu Mifei, still processing the memories, was utterly confused.

Hold on.

“Make me your omega…”

Xu Mifei’s head throbbed violently, as if countless rose petals were blooming inside her skull, releasing an overwhelming fragrance. But the original owner merely pressed her fingers hard against the woman’s nape and said lazily, “Then show me what you’ve got, sweetheart.”

That night, they must have used some kind of drug to heighten the experience. The original owner had also been drinking, pushing her mental limits too far—and then she had an allergic reaction to the drugs.

The original owner… had kicked the bucket.

In the final moment, Xu Mifei finally saw that the original owner looked exactly like her.

Holy sh1t, this wasn’t some ghost story—it was that damn ABO novel!

She had transmigrated into the book.

If nothing unexpected had happened, that woman should be an omega. Since she asked to be marked, then I must be an alpha.

She lifted her gaze, and the curtains automatically opened upon detecting her line of sight. Outside, the flying vehicles speeding along the aerial highways were undeniable proof that this was no longer the world she knew.

On the opposite skyscraper, an ultrathin screen as delicate as a cicada’s wing displayed an advertisement for diamond rings.

Those were exceptionally beautiful hands—slender and fair, like fine jade. Even the dazzling diamonds paled in comparison, reduced to mere accessories.

The camera then shifted to the model in the advertisement. Her beauty couldn’t simply be described as “pretty.”

With Eastern bone structure and Western features, her face was flawlessly sculpted—tight yet profound. When her slightly upturned eyes glanced over, Xu Mifei’s breath hitched.

The impact of the holographic screen was overwhelming, but the name displayed at the bottom made Xu Mifei bolt upright in bed, letting the smooth, soft blanket slide off her body.

Jiang Lingyu.

Which Jiang Lingyu? The top-tier omega actress Jiang Lingyu?

The omega protagonist Jiang Lingyu!

Wait, did she transmigrate into the protagonist? No, the protagonist’s name was Xu Wanzhi, not hers.

The shared surname “Xu” was one reason she had clicked on the novel in the first place, but she never expected it to be this insane:

The scumbag alpha’s entire family was deranged. First, the cannon-fodder, troublemaking younger sister drugged Jiang Lingyu and deliberately created tabloid scandals to secure an engagement, only to reveal her true colors afterward, tormenting Jiang Lingyu relentlessly.

Meanwhile, the scumbag protagonist disguised herself as a good person and stole Jiang Lingyu, who was about to become her sister-in-law. After gaining initial trust, she forcibly marked Jiang Lingyu, then abandoned her, relying on pheromone interference. This led to Jiang Lingyu’s gland going out of control, forcing its removal and leaving her permanently disabled.

Seriously, did everyone in this family enjoy abandoning people after toying with them?

The beautiful, strong, and tragic omega queen returned for revenge, and the first target was that cannon-fodder sister—the root of all tragedies.

Since she was just a minor character, the novel didn’t even bother naming her, only mentioning in passing: “Xu Wanzhi’s sister was a scumbag and the family’s disgrace. Born a beta in an all-AO household, she was neglected. To uphold the family’s honor, she pretended to be an alpha from the moment she presented, eventually developing psychological issues. She harbored ill intentions toward Jiang Lingyu, committed every imaginable atrocity, and was eventually run over by Jiang Lingyu’s fans, ending her miserable life.”

But Xu Mifei had never heard of any character named Xu Mifei. She reassured herself—as long as she wasn’t that cannon-fodder sister, everything was manageable.

She was probably just a random bystander in this world, or maybe one of Jiang Lingyu’s fans.

A top-tier omega… Her allure was evident just from her looks, not to mention her talent. At only twenty-six, she was already the youngest double-award-winning actress.

Xu Mifei then touched the back of her neck, where a scent-blocking patch had been since she woke up. She guessed she really was an alpha.

Xu Mifei sighed in relief and turned on the faucet to wash her face when her phone rang.

The screen displayed: Annoying. Ignore.

Xu Mifei: “…” Normally, at this point, a call marked “don’t answer” would definitely need to be answered.

“Xu Mifei!” The caller’s voice was gentle in tone but carried an imperious edge. “What time do you think it is? Still not coming out? Not embarrassed enough yet? You had to steal the wedding, and now you’re putting on this act to disgust people?”

Good news—she called me by my own name. Bad news—who the hell am I marrying?

Before Xu Mifei could respond, the other end let out a cold laugh. “You have ten minutes to get your ass out here. Someone from the family will pick you up. How dare you bring random trash to the hotel? If it weren’t for Wanzhi talking me down…”

The line went dead with another scoff, as if the speaker couldn’t be bothered to continue. In reality, there wasn’t even ten minutes—the next second, her hotel room door was flung open.

Xu Mifei barely had time to think, hastily wrapping a robe around herself.

“Let’s go, Ms. Xu.” Qin Lu’s face wore a stiff, professional smile that froze upon encountering the overpowering perfume in the room. Masking her disgust, she waved a hand dismissively.

Xu Mifei had no chance to resist. The black-suited bodyguards behind her moved with trained precision, their grip ironclad—likely all alphas. As they began steering her toward the elevator, Xu Mifei blurted, “Where are we going?!”

Qin Lu looked at her as if she’d told the funniest joke.

Fair enough. What else could the pleasure-seeking Young Miss Xu possibly remember? Assuming Xu Mifei was still drunk from last night, Qin Lu said flatly, “Don’t play dumb, Second Young Miss. Isn’t this exactly the outcome you wanted?”

Xu Mifei winced as her hand was crushed in their grip. She detected no scent from Qin Lu—a beta, then, unaffected by pheromones. But Xu Mifei wasn’t the original owner of this body!

Her fingers flew to the scent-blocking patch on her neck. “Let me go. My pheromones leaking won’t do you any favors.” These bodyguards were alphas; she wasn’t sure if her pheromones could suppress them, but she had to project confidence.

“Pheromones? You really are out of it,” Qin Lu arched a brow, effortlessly dragging Xu Mifei to the doorway. With cryptic amusement, she added, “Then go meet your omega.”

She shoved Xu Mifei inside. “The stylist will be here in half an hour to dress you both. Don’t dawdle.”

In mere moments, Xu Mifei found herself in another room, startled by how frail—no, how utterly drained this body felt, as if debauched beyond recovery.

Just as the door clicked shut, the figure on the bed whirled around.

Xu Mifei froze.

The top-tier omega she’d just seen on the giant screen was now right before her.

“Jiang Lingyu?!” Xu Mifei gasped. The heavy musk perfume clinging to her had inexplicably vanished upon entering this room. Instead, an elusive, faint sweetness tickled her senses.

What is that scent… so sweet…

Compelled, she took a step forward.

The woman on the bed had red-rimmed eyes. As she moved, the thin shawl slipped from her shoulders, revealing a deep bite mark stark against the nape of her neck.

Jiang Lingyu didn’t even bother grabbing the blanket to cover herself, reaching instead for the sharp shard of a vase she’d hidden under her pillow. “Bastard, stay away! Xu Mifei, keep your distance!”

Only then did Xu Mifei fully take in the scene.

Jiang Lingyu wore nothing but a thin camisole, her feet and one hand bound to three corners of the bed in a humiliating, taboo position. Her skin glowed like smooth milk, almost painfully white.

At the same time, that sweet fragrance grew stronger with the omega’s emotional turmoil. Xu Mifei couldn’t help but inhale deeply.

Bergamot—Jiang Lingyu’s pheromone scent. And she seemed to be desperately in need of… comfort.

Heat cycle!

The realization struck Xu Mifei like lightning.

Though she found the scent intoxicating, she felt none of the overwhelming urge that should accompany it.

With a jolt, the belated epiphany hit: Could she actually be that universally disliked Xu family member who’d been pretending to be an alpha—a beta?