After Turning into an Omega, I Fell into a Love-Hate Romance with a Top Star - Chapter 1

“Lin Luo, hurry up and sign the termination contract! A Beta still dreaming of being a top star—ridiculous!” The agent slammed the contract down in front of her. “What, are you deaf? I’m talking to you!”

A sharp slap landed on the back of Lin Luo’s head. Her body swayed with the impact, her vision still hazy as she struggled to focus on the bold words at the top of the page: Shengshi Entertainment Artist Termination Application.

Just a moment ago, she had been sitting in her nanny van, teasing her assistant about how absurd it was that the cannon-fodder character in this melodramatic ABO novel happened to have her exact name and was also a celebrity.

Her little assistant had scoffed, jabbing a finger at the book’s cover. “What kind of trash is this—The Top Star Wife of the Big Shots? Just the title screams midnight-market pulp! Sis, you’re the real top star. Who could outshine you? As if you’d be some side character who dies in three chapters!”

But the next time she opened her eyes, she was inside the novel itself who was dragged, groggy, by bodyguards into this very office to face her so-called agent.

Seeing her frozen in place, the agent rolled his eyes. “Don’t play dumb with me! This is an Omega training group. I must’ve been blind to listen to that damn orphanage director, thinking you might differentiate into an Omega! Pack up your things and get out. I already had your luggage thrown together.” He jabbed toward a battered suitcase in the corner.

Still dizzy, Lin Luo lifted her head. Her unfocused eyes locked onto the man’s face. “You. Shut up.”

The agent blinked, then exploded. “You’ve got some nerve! Who do you think you’re talking to?”

Lin Luo rose to her feet, looking down on him with calm detachment. Her bare face was expressionless, her gaze steady.

The agent shoved the contract toward her. “Fine, I won’t stoop to your level. But if you won’t go to the dinner party, then sign the termination. I’m not feeding you for free.”

Lin Luo ignored him, her eyes drifting to the glass window. Beyond it floated streams of airborne vehicles—so different from her own world.

Five girls sat nearby, watching her with wary curiosity. They must be her teammates. Among them was one whose aura set her apart—the novel’s heroine, Ji Xian. Her name suited her: ethereal, pure, a flawless little green tea through and through.

“Xiao Luo, don’t be stubborn,” Ji Xian coaxed gently. “It’s just a dinner party. Nothing will happen.” She turned to the agent, her expression soft. “She didn’t mean to lose her temper. Please don’t be angry. I’ll apologize for her.” Her words dripped with saintly sweetness.

Lin Luo remembered the plot well. The original girl had refused both the dinner and the termination, sparking a heated fight with her agent and teammates. The next day, that scheming agent had drugged her and tossed her into the bed of a bloated investor. Desperate, she had jumped from a building. Her death became Ji Xian’s stepping stone. The heroine’s first move toward the peak of the entertainment world.

Lin Luo flipped through the contract carefully. Joined at fifteen, consistently scored A on evaluations, held the center spot, enjoyed steady popularity. At sixteen, the others began differentiating into Omegas, but she remained unchanged. By nineteen, still no sign. Fans began accusing her of faking her gender, pretending to be Omega. They hounded her to quit, claiming a Beta didn’t deserve the center position.

Her agent, instead of protecting her, had slapped on a “social butterfly” persona—fabricated romances, fake scandals with anyone, male or female, Alpha or Beta. Fame rose, but reputation plummeted. She became the notorious poison in the fan circles.

Lin Luo let out a low laugh. So this idiot really used a suicide-marketing strategy? No wonder the girl crashed and burned.

Sure enough, the endorsements piled high. One page couldn’t fit them all. At the bottom, a line read: All endorsement fees are team assets, distributed at the agent’s discretion.

So she worked herself to death, only for the money to be split with freeloading teammates?

The agent was starting to frown. For years he’d been breaking her down, feeding her constant psychological pressure until she was pliant as clay in his hands. Every time she refused his schemes, he waved the termination in her face. She’d always backed down, terrified.

But the person standing here now was not that frightened, broken girl.

Lin Luo studied every line with practiced speed—years of memorizing scripts had honed her eye. She saw it clearly: no penalty clause. She wouldn’t get a cent, but she didn’t owe the company either.

That’s it? This is supposed to scare me? What a joke.

She picked up the pen, fixing the agent with a steady gaze. “You’re sure you want me to sign?”

He sneered, certain she was bluffing. “Sign! Because of you, I’ve been cursed out by fans nonstop. Last week, at the annual gala—you just had to smile at the CEO, didn’t you? They’re calling me the number-one pimp in showbiz!”

When Lin Luo still didn’t move, he pressed harder. “What, waiting for someone to save you? That CEO already said publicly his favorite is Ji Xian. You think you matter?”

Before he finished, Lin Luo’s pen was flying—one, two, three, four, five signatures in a row. No hesitation.

The agent froze. What the hell? She actually signed?

He rifled through the contracts again and again, disbelief creeping in. She really had signed. After all that effort to control her, after all those years of manipulation—she just walked away?

Her teammates looked just as stunned. She had fought tooth and nail to debut, had resisted every time before. And now, she just… gave it up? Especially when their group, Cookies, had finally earned a spot on the Starlight Tower.

The Starlight Tower—the pride of Planet H’s entertainment world. Every floor lined with the faces of top celebrities, ranked from Black Iron to Bronze, Silver, Gold, Diamond, then Star Glory, and finally the Moon Throne at the very top.

Their group had only just reached Black Iron—a mark of rising fame, over a million fans. A rare honor.

Suppressing his discomfort, the agent smirked. “Since you insist, fine. But get ready, your photo will be torn down from the Starlight Tower.”

The others nodded. In this industry, nothing was more humiliating.

Only Ji Xian looked panicked. “Brother Zhou, please, don’t submit it yet! Give her time—she doesn’t really want to quit. Luo Luo, say something!” If Lin Luo left, who would shield her from the dirty side of the business?

Lin Luo glanced at the girl clutching her arm, and couldn’t help but laugh. Her peach blossom eyes curved, but the smile never reached them. It was cool, mocking.

“Lin Luo, are you insane?” her teammates whispered, unsettled by that smile.

“She’ll regret it when the Tower rankings update next week.”

“Don’t talk like that!” Ji Xian snapped, her brows knit delicately. “Luo Luo, you’ve worked so hard. Don’t throw it all away. You’re my best friend. How could I ever hurt you?”

Lin Luo burst into louder laughter. “Best friend? You? Don’t make me laugh.”

Ji Xian’s face went pale. Does she know? No—she couldn’t possibly… could she?

“You wicked woman!” the others cried, shielding Ji Xian protectively.

The agent slammed a hand on the table. “Don’t think termination frees you. With one word from me, no company will touch you!”

But Lin Luo only smiled, tucking the contract under her arm as she strode out.

She made it three steps before doubling back—she’d forgotten her suitcase. With perfect nonchalance, she wheeled it out, even flicking her hair dramatically as the door shut behind her.

The agent stared after her, dumbfounded. “Has she lost her damn mind?”

“Acting all tough, but she’s still the same idiot,” one teammate muttered.

Only Ji Xian’s eyes followed her with unease.

Lin Luo, meanwhile, was already regretting her cool exit. Strutting off is great—until you get lost.

She wandered the sterile hallways, passing only robot cleaners. What am I supposed to do, ask a vacuum for directions?

A dull ache throbbed at the back of her neck. After effect of the transmigration?

Finally she found a button that looked like an elevator call. The doors slid open, just in time for something heavy to collapse right onto her.

She yelped, voice slipping into a startled little whimper. Looking down, she found not an object but a person.

A breathtaking beauty.

The woman’s face was ashen, lips pale, eyes shut tight. Heart trouble?

Lin Luo hastily laid her flat, unbuttoning her shirt to begin CPR. She pressed her hands against that delicate chest and bent down, ready to breathe air into her lungs—

When the woman’s eyes flew open. Her brows pinched, voice frosty as ice: “Get. Off.”

Lin Luo jolted—but her momentum carried her lips right against the woman’s.

Pop.

Both of them froze. Lin Luo’s mind went blank. If she claimed it was an accident, who would believe her?

She couldn’t deny it, though. The woman’s frosty, restrained beauty, that aloof air tinged with frailty, hit every one of her weak spots.

The beauty turned her head away, and Lin Luo caught it. The tips of her ears were flushed red.

“I’ve never met an Omega as shameless as you,” the woman panted, her voice low, magnetic even in anger.

Omega? Lin Luo blinked. I’m a Beta!

She scowled. “I was saving you! You fell on me! I was giving you CPR—” Her words trailed off.

The woman’s dark hair spilled messily, damp at the temples. Her lips, slightly parted, bore a faint smear of blood from their accidental collision. Her half-open shirt revealed a pale expanse of collarbone, smooth skin glowing under the lights.

From this angle, Lin Luo really did look guilty.

The woman noticed her gaze, tugged the fabric closed, and snapped, “You—!” Her breath hitched sharply, almost faltering again.

“I’ll button it up! Don’t get upset!” Lin Luo insisted, though her conscience wasn’t entirely clean. She quickly leaned in to fasten the shirt.

“Don’t… touch me. Get out…” A wave of scent washed over her—cedar and sunlight, warm yet threaded with icy restraint.

Lin Luo inhaled deeply. “You smell amazing. What is that?” She finished buttoning the shirt.

The woman turned her head, staring at her in disbelief. “You’re… unaffected?”

Her eyes widened. Beneath her right eye, a tiny red mole glowed like a drop of blood. When she smiled, it must bloom like a flower; when she cried, it would look like a tear of blood; when she raged, it must blaze like fire.

And in that instant, Lin Luo realized who she was.

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