The Deadly Charm

Part 52 : The Revenge Plan

Chanya entered the hospital with a cold, determined expression. The sterile scent and hushed atmosphere did nothing to calm her. Today, she was here to visit Kanrawee—her friend who had fallen into a tragic state after their revenge plan had been turned against them.

Standing in front of the recovery room, Chanya paused. A whirlwind of emotions stirred within her. While she did care for her friend, the fury of having their plan destroyed was far stronger.

She took a deep breath, gently pushed the door open, and stepped inside. The sight of Kanrawee lying on the hospital bed made her halt. Her friend was frail and pale, her once-radiant skin now dull. Her eyes were vacant, barely registering Chanya's presence. This weakened state was the result of the dark spell they'd cast on Nattrinee rebounding back onto Kanrawee.

Chanya approached the bed. The air around Kanrawee was thick, heavy with the smell of medication and the shadow of death creeping ever closer.

"Rawee... how are you feeling?" Chanya asked in a soft voice, her eyes icy and focused on the woman before her.

Kanrawee slowly turned her head to look at Chanya, her eyes exhausted and empty. She didn't respond. It was as if all her will to live had drained from her. She was nearly unresponsive, barely a shell of the vibrant woman she had once been.

Chanya sat down beside her, placing a hand gently on Kanrawee's wrist, hoping for a reply—any sign of life.

"Who did this to you? Tell me. I'll take care of them myself," she said in a low voice, trying to suppress the seething anger boiling within her.

Kanrawee simply exhaled heavily, tears beginning to form in her lifeless eyes, but still—no words came. Her silence only fueled Chanya's growing rage.

Just as Chanya was about to ask again, her phone rang. She checked the screen—the name of the private investigator she had hired appeared. She answered immediately.

"Do you have good news?" she demanded.

"I've got the information you asked for," the detective replied firmly.
"My investigation revealed three suspects likely involved—Teerathep, Akira, and Nattrinee."

"Teerathep... Ai and Natt, huh..."

Chanya's expression hardened the moment she heard those names. Her fists clenched, and her eyes filled with barely restrained fury. As she processed the names, Kanrawee, who had remained still the whole time, suddenly reacted. Her body tensed, and her eyes filled with fear. Her hands clutched the blanket tightly, as if the mere mention of those names dredged up terrifying memories.

Chanya noticed the reaction. It confirmed her suspicion—those three were responsible for Kanrawee's condition.

"Which one, Rawee? Akira?"
"Teerathep? Nattrinee?" Chanya pressed her, but Kanrawee could not speak. Still, her fearful response to the last two names was all the confirmation Chanya needed.

"I'll make them pay for this," Chanya declared, standing up with fury blazing in her chest. She didn't even glance back at her friend as she stormed out of the room.

As she walked through the hospital corridor, only one thought consumed her: revenge. Teerathep and Nattrinee would pay dearly. No one would ever interfere with her plans again.

Once she reached the parking lot, Chanya pulled out her phone and quickly dialed a familiar number—the Cambodian dark shaman, Phiang San. His voice answered almost instantly.

"What do you need me to do?" he asked, his deep voice laced with menace.

"I want you to deal with my enemies. They ruined everything. I don't care what it takes—I want them gone, permanently," she replied coldly.

Phiang San chuckled darkly, the sound sending a chill down her spine.
"I'll take care of it. But you know the price."

"I'll fly to see you tomorrow," Chanya said with a wicked smile after hanging up.

She knew this time, her plan would not fail. Anyone who dared stand against her would suffer unimaginable pain.

A Night of Seduction and Sinister Schemes

Late one night, in the serene silence of Ekkawat's grand home, Chanya stood in his bedroom. Her delicate nightgown clung to her curves, the soft lamplight casting a glow across her smooth skin, enchanting and impossible to look away from.

Ekkawat sat on the bed, his eyes fixed on her with helpless desire. Passion and longing swirled in his gaze, and no matter how hard he might try—he couldn't resist her.

Chanya moved closer with deliberate grace, her smile teasing, seductive. She sat beside him, her slender fingers trailing down his back, igniting the fire within him.

"Ekkawat... I need you," she whispered, her voice dripping with sultry longing.

Without a word, Ekkawat pulled her into a fierce kiss. His bottled-up desire exploded, pouring out in each touch and caress. His hands roamed her body, entranced by her presence. Chanya could feel his devotion and power—power she now held in her grasp.

She smiled in satisfaction as he pulled her down onto the bed. What followed was a night of intense passion, with no hesitation or restraint. Each kiss, each caress was a testament to how deeply Ekkawat had fallen for her. His body responded to her like she was the only woman in the world.

Chanya didn't waste the opportunity. She wielded her sensuality like a weapon, guiding his every movement. Their bodies intertwined, wrapped in the shadows of night, the room echoing with heavy breaths and soft moans. Time seemed to freeze, leaving only the raw, consuming connection between them.

Hours later, they lay side by side, exhausted but satisfied. Ekkawat was sound asleep, his body completely relaxed. But Chanya was wide awake.

She sat up, watching him with a smile—chilling and enigmatic. Tonight wasn't just about pleasure—it was a reminder of her control. The more he craved her, the closer she was to achieving her goals.

Soon after, she quietly rose from the bed and dressed without a sound, careful not to disturb him. When she was ready, she picked up her phone and dialed.

"I'm coming now," she whispered into the receiver.

A low, cold laugh answered from the other end before the call ended. Chanya smiled to herself, stepping out of the room without looking back at the sleeping man behind her.

With firm steps and fire in her eyes, she walked into the night—determined to enact the revenge she had carefully crafted.

No one would stop her this time.