After three years in France, Lingling Kwong returns to Thailand, expecting a quiet life-until a simple trip to drop off her niece at kindergarten turns into a world-shattering revelation. Two little voices called her Dadda. Five years, one night, and a hidden secret-now the woman she loved and the twins she never knew exist are standing right in front of her. Can she reclaim the family she never knew she had? --- "She lost her love... but the twins she never knew just found Dadda" --- DADDA, YOU'RE LATE LINGORM FANFIC

​In the opulent world of the Sethratanapong dynasty, where power, wealth, and ancient family ties intertwine, a love story as forbidden as it is inevitable blossoms. Ling Kwong, daughter of the Sethratanapong's most loyal and beloved maid, Lisha, has been an honorary member of the illustrious family since birth. Raised alongside Orm Kornnaphat Sethratanapong, the charismatic and fiercely independent heiress, Ling has always been her confidante, her protector, and her closest friend. Their bond, forged in childhood innocence, deepened with every shared secret and knowing glance. ​As Orm, a magnetic "girls' magnet" with a penchant for playful rebellion, navigates her early crushes, Ling, seven years her senior, watches with a knowing smile, always assuming Orm's affections lie elsewhere. But beneath Orm's charming facade lies a secret adoration for the stunning, graceful Ling, an affection that has grown from a youthful crush into a profound, undeniable love. Ling, now a rising star in the modeling and acting world under the shrewd guidance of Orm's mother, Koy, finds her own heart inexplicably drawn to Orm, a truth she fiercely tries to suppress, fearing it will shatter the only family and home she's ever truly known. ​Now, with Orm, a brilliant economics graduate, stepping into her role at her Baba Oct's vast business empire, and Ling thriving in the spotlight, the delicate balance of their lives threatens to unravel. As Orm's quiet devotion intensifies and Ling's carefully constructed emotional walls begin to crumble with every pang of jealousy, they are forced to confront the complicated, angsty truth of their feelings. Can their love, born in the shadows of expectation and family loyalty, defy the unspoken rules that bind them? Or will the fear of losing everything keep them forever circling, yearning for a connection that feels both impossibly close and tragically out of reach?

Lingling Sirilak Kwong, 30, is a new professor back in Bangkok. Orm Kornnaphat Sethratanapong, 23, is a fresh-faced teacher at the same university-the cheeky 14-year-old summer neighbor who once had a crush on Lingling. Now grown, mischievous, and utterly irresistible, Orm sparks something Lingling can't resist. As they work closely together, undeniable chemistry ignites, threatening to scorch every professional boundary... ~~~ A.N.: Alright, let's get this straight-I've been a die-hard JenLisa shipper for seven years. SEVEN. And then... bam. LingOrm/OrmLing happened. Their chemistry slapped me upside the head, and suddenly I had zero control. So here we are. You're welcome. Also, yes, this is my very first time writing lead characters who are professors. Feeling fancy, feeling dangerous, probably over my head-all of it. Buckle up and enjoy the chaos. ~M

Love is beautiful until it isn't. Love is honest until it hides. For Orm, love had a name - Professor Lingling Kwong. Married. Brilliant. Forbidden. Years later, they meet again, and the one thing they buried is the only thing still alive between them.

In Bangkok's underworld, the Sethratanapong brothers...Alec, Mario, and Apo-rule with fear, controlling clubs, hotels, and the government. Ruthless and untouchable, they dominate the city. But their greatest fear? Their own sister, Orm. Unlike them, Orm wants nothing to do with their dirty business. She keeps her distance, running a small café which is her escape from the underworld's chaos. Meanwhile, Lingling Kwong, heir to the Kwong Clan from Hong Kong, arrives in Bangkok with her sister Milk to expand their cargo line and distillery empire. Staying low-key, Lingling slowly takes over Sethratanapong territory. The brothers see the Kwongs as a growing threat, but they have no idea who's behind it. Orm and Lingling will meet and fall in love, unaware their families are on the brink of war.

Detective Lingling Kwong, a dominant and cocky police inspector with a single mole gracing her left cheek, has been married for twelve years to the ethereal Orm Sethratanapong Kwong, a sweet, elegant chef. Their love story, forged when Ling was thirty and Orm twenty-three, has produced their beloved son, Korn - an introverted yet funny and sweet boy who is the apple of both their eyes. Their domestic bliss, fueled by an unhinged passion, seems unshakeable. However, Ling's latest undercover assignment threatens to unravel their perfect life. To crack a crucial case, she must pose as a devoted wife, working closely with her partner, Ayla. What Ling doesn't know is that Ayla harbors a long-held, secret affection for her, subtly challenging the boundaries of Ling's commitment. Orm understands it's just a job, but the pangs of jealousy are undeniable, twisting her usually submissive nature into something fiercely protective. As the lines between role-play and reality blur, and Ayla's intentions become clearer, their son Korn finds himself caught in the emotional crossfire, determined to bring his mothers back to each other's arms. Can Ling and Orm navigate the treacherous waters of deceit and desire, or will their love, once thought unbreakable, finally shatter?

When a rising star model has to work with the hottest model of the era. How can she not be lost in those hot eyes? ⚠️🔞 The original story by Littlemissunpredictable. This is a converted story. I DO NOT OWN THIS STORY OR ANY PIC. credit to the original author.

This is the sequel of Home. Please read it before reading this story. Credit goes to nefrofer on aff

✒️ Fantasy romance set in 1930s Phii-seua: Butterfly Phii-seua was the title given to the concubines of the nobles--women of lower caste marked with a tattoo of a butterfly. Ayla, a girl from the Southern lands, struggled to survive alone after being cast away to the North--a free land ruled by nobles. Her mistake was only one: She picked up a fallen apple that belonged to Tawan. Tawan-Rawee Wang, the daughter of a noble family, the military ruler of the Northern border. "Khun Poo, I want that shabby, grasshopper-smelling girl to be my Phii-seua. Make the Phii-seua mark on her shoulder." That cursed mark of ownership haunted her for life. Ayla, the hungry little girl, ended up becoming the concubine of a noble girl--Tawan. Tawan-Rawee Wang. *** "Divorce me, Khun. You can find another woman you want to keep your bed warm." "Ayla, darling, do you really think I'd let you go that easily? Try being a good, obedient girl for me."

Lingling Sirilak Kwong was raised with silence in her veins. She doesn't shout. She doesn't ask. Her hands do the speaking-steady, exact, dangerous in a way that doesn't need to warn you twice. She leads with the kind of power that doesn't seek permission. Her world is sharp-edged and quiet, and she's made peace with being alone in it. Orm Kornnaphat Sethratanapong lives differently-under fluorescent lights, in rooms that smell like antiseptic and the weight of responsibility. Everything about her is clean, practiced, still. Her voice is soft, but her spine never bends. People depend on her. She lets them. Because she doesn't know what it's like to be chosen instead of needed. They met under bad lighting and worse timing. A parking lot. A crude comment. Four men. And one voice that cut the night open: "She told you to move." It should've ended there. A nod. A thank you. A walk away. But Orm didn't walk. And Lingling didn't let her. Now there's a thread pulled too tight between them. Sheets. Bruises. Breathless silence. A thousand things said with hands instead of mouths. Lingling touches Orm like she's already hers. Orm lets her in like she doesn't know how to say no. It's not love. Not yet. But something hangs in the space they keep trying not to name. It lingers on the tip of the tongue, right where pretending and staying start to blur. --- --- G!P Lingling