Orm Kornnaphat was supposed to stay behind. Instead, one bad decision puts her in Lingling Kwong's getaway car, and another keeps her there. Lingling knows how to steal cars, rob banks, disappear before sunrise, and leave before anyone gets close enough to matter. Orm was never supposed to become part of the plan. But one robbery turns into another. Soon there are fake names, wanted posters, motel rooms, newspaper headlines, and an entire country fascinated by the two women the papers have started calling the Velvet Bandits. To everyone else, they're Bonnie and Clyde. To each other, they're just Lingling and Orm, trying to stay alive long enough to figure out what comes after running. The world expects outlaw lovers to die young. New chapters every Tuesday and Friday. Thanks for coming along for the ride. Try not to trust these two with a getaway car.🖤

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Prologue Money makes people honest. That was something Ling had learned a long time ago. Honest about what they wanted. Honest about what they were willing to destroy to get it. The woman sitting across from her slid a folder across the table. "Our daughter," she said coldly. Ling opened it. Photographs filled the pages. A girl laughing in a café. Arguing outside a nightclub. Walking down the street with another woman, their hands intertwined. Ling glanced at the name printed beneath the photo. Orm Kornnaphat. "And what exactly do you want from me?" Ling asked. The man answered calmly. "Break her relationship." Ling closed the folder slowly. "And how am I supposed to do that?" "We've arranged a position for you in our company," the woman said. "Executive assistant." Ling looked up. "You'll be working directly under her," the man continued. A small silence passed. Then the woman finished the sentence. "Get close to her." "Make her fall for you." Ling studied the photo again. The girl in it was smiling, completely unaware of the plan forming around her. Ling stood and took the folder. "When do you want it done?" "As soon as possible." Later that night, standing beneath a streetlight, Ling opened the folder again. Orm's smiling face stared back at her. Ling closed it. "Just another job." DISCLAIMER This story is purely fictional. It has no connection to real-life events, individuals, or entities, whether living or deceased. Any similarities are purely coincidental and unintentional. Ling Ling Kwong & Orm Kornnaphat, of course, are lovely girls and not as the characters mentioned in this fanfiction. Remember, this is a fanfiction! Enjoy! **All photos are credited to their respective owners.

Two powerful business families arrange a marriage between their heirs to strengthen their corporate partnership. Orm Kornnaphat, the youngest daughter of the Sethratanapong family, was never originally included in the arrangement. Despite this, she has secretly loved Lingling, the heiress of the Kwong family, since they were young. The marriage was initially planned for Orm older sister. However, after her sister's unexpected death in an accident, Orm is required to take her sister place and meet her family's expectations. Being close to Lingling brings both comfort and pain, as Orm enters the relationship as a substitute rather than by choice. Bound by family obligations and emotional restraint, the two maintain a careful distance despite their growing connection. As their relationship develops, they must decide whether their marriage will remain a responsibility imposed upon them or evolve into a genuine bond built on love.

Ling Ling Kwong is a celebrated singer-songwriter whose voice has made millions feel less alone. At home, she is absent-lost to alcohol, drugs, anger, and the slow violence of self-destruction. Each relapse erases another promise, another memory, another piece of the woman her family once knew. Her wife, Orm Kornnaphat, was once a supermodel worshipped by the world. She gave it all up for a life that now feels like endurance rather than choice. She raises their two children in the shadow of Ling Ling's addiction, teaching them how to be quiet, how to watch, how not to hope too loudly. Love has become vigilance; marriage has become containment. As Ling Ling spirals, the family fractures in small, irreversible ways. There is no dramatic collapse-only accumulation: missed birthdays, locked doors, shame passed down like inheritance. Orm is left with a final, unbearable question: when staying only teaches your children how to survive someone, not love them, is leaving an act of cruelty-or the last remaining form of mercy? [Disclaimer] This work is a piece of fan fiction and is intended for entertainment purposes only. This story contains mature themes, including but not limited to drug use and abuse, as well as other potentially sensitive topics. Reader discretion is advised.

The neon lights of the bar blurred into streaks of gold and red as Orm stumbled toward the exit. Her heart felt like it had been shredded; seeing Ryu, her boyfriend, in bed with his secretary had shattered her. He had claimed he only sought someone else because Orm wasn't "giving him what he needed," but that excuse didn't dull the sting of betrayal.

After five years of marriage and years of failed attempts, Orm is finally pregnant through IVF. But just as she and Lingling begin dreaming about their baby, Lingling is deployed overseas with the Army. Separated by distance, fear, missed milestones, video calls, letters, and late-night voice messages, they fight to hold onto each other through the hardest months of their marriage. As Orm faces pregnancy alone and Lingling struggles to survive long enough to come home, both women cling to one promise: their family will not begin without both of them.

Orm Kornnaphat thought she knew what her future held, until her world completely shattered, leaving her at the mercy of Bangkok's dangerous elite. Just as she is about to drown in the wreckage of her life, a powerful and mysterious savior sweeps her away to a sprawling, hidden mansion. Her rescuer is Sirilak Kwong, ruthless, captivating, and possessively drawn to Orm. But when morning comes, the shadow melts away to reveal Ling, a gentle and protective soul who offers Orm the warmth she has always craved. Two distinct personalities sharing one body, both fiercely determined to claim Orm as their own. Trapped in a gilded cage with an angel by day and a demon by night, Orm finds herself falling for both sides of the same troubled soul. Can love survive a mind divided, or will the darkness consume them all?

LingLing Kwong is professor in Thailand university and Orm kornnaphat is student at her university Ling is dominant and cold but Ling has never been cold to Orm Ling made some rules after their wedding .Orm has always trust issues and feel insecure and demand attention like a child and also have a "child mentality" , they were pulled into a wedding by there parents though. 😗❤️‍🩹The usual disclaimer for everyone who enjoys reading LingOrm fanfic: This story is not real!! Please, let's ship mindfully and let's attempt to stay out of the psych ward. This is my first attempt to write a fanfic, so please provide some feedback, if you find it rubbish don't feel shy and tell me, I will stop the writing and go back to quietly shipping *mindfully between work breaks. English is not my first language, so my apologies for any potential mistake. Peace and Love Purple Fandom Jokers :)❤️♾️

PROLOGUE People often described Ling as cold. Perhaps it was the way she rarely smiled, or how her calm voice always sounded distant enough to keep others away. Ling never cared enough to correct them. Distance was easier. Feelings complicated things, and love had always seemed like the kind of illusion that eventually disappointed everyone. So when her grandfather informed her about the arranged marriage, Ling accepted it quietly. The woman she was supposed to marry was named Orm. Gentle. Soft-spoken. Far too kind for someone entering Ling's world. "You only need to protect her legally," Pakorn had told her. "Once everything settles down, you can divorce peacefully." At the time, Ling believed him. She believed distance would prevent attachment. She believed kindness did not always mean sincerity. Most of all- she believed she would never become the kind of person capable of destroying someone who loved her. Years later, Ling would learn how wrong she had been. DISCLAIMER This story is purely fictional. It has no connection to real-life events, individuals, or entities, whether living or deceased. Any similarities are purely coincidental and unintentional. Ling Ling Kwong & Orm Kornnaphat, of course, are lovely girls and not as the characters mentioned in this fanfiction. Remember, this is a fanfiction! Enjoy! **All photos are credited to their respective owners.