​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?

When heartbreak meets a con artist, revenge gets complicated... Orm thought she'd lost everything when her slick ex-boyfriend scammed her out of her savings and dignity. But just when she was ready to crumble, she crossed paths with Lingling Kwong-a legendary con artist with a smug smile, a Mercedes parked where it shouldn't be, and a reputation for never losing. Orm wants revenge. Lingling wants the money. Their deal should've been simple: team up, outsmart the scammer, and make Orm's ex pay. But in the middle of fake identities, over-the-top schemes, and pretending to be engaged for the ultimate sting, Orm starts to realize her heart might be playing a trick of its own. Inspired by the Thai film Con-Heartist, this laugh-out-loud romantic caper follows Orm and Lingling as they dive into the world of cons, lies, and unexpected love-and discover that sometimes, the best payback isn't revenge at all.

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.

A marriage of power. A war of hearts. And a love neither of them saw coming. Orm Kornnaphat and Lingling Kwong-two heirs from the most powerful families in the country-are forced into an arranged marriage to secure their families' legacy. But what was meant to be a cold, calculated business deal quickly turns into a dangerous game of power, desire, and undeniable attraction. What happens when the one person you swore to resist becomes the only one who truly sees you?

Ling and Orm had the kind of love people envied until distance, careers, and silence made it impossible to hold on. There was no fight, no betrayal, just two people too tired to stay, and too scared to ask the other to. Years pass. Success follows them. So does the ache. And when fate brings them face to face again this time in Bali, far from flashing cameras and polite distance. Ling's done playing quiet. She's not asking Orm to remember. She's here to make her fall again. This time, Ling's not running. She's here to stay and take back what they lost. A story of missed chances, reckless hope, and the kind of love that refuses to die quietly.

Orm Kornnaphat Sethratanapong rules her empire with ice in her veins and blood on her hands. The mafia queen doesn't tolerate mistakes-one misstep means death. Cold, sharp, untouchable, she has never once smiled, never once allowed softness to break her rule. To Orm, people are tools. Disposable. Replaceable. Until her. Lingling Sirilak Kwong only wanted to feed her mother. A flyer for a cleaner's job led her into a mansion of shadows, where loyalty is chained and escape is impossible. Strong, humble, stubborn to the bone, Lingling becomes the one person who doesn't bend that easily to Orm's control. What begins as a trap twists into something neither of them expects. Obsession grows like fire, possession sharpens into something darker. Orm wants more than obedience-she wants Lingling's devotion. Lingling, caught between fear and defiance, finds herself tested in body, mind, and heart. In a world where one command can mean death, can a gentlewoman's resolve withstand the weight of a queen who has never let go of anything once she's claimed it? - Lingling G!P

When scandal shatters actress Ira Kapoor's carefully constructed world, her PR team offers a solution: fake a fresh, unexpected romance. The catch? Her new "girlfriend" isn't a celebrity, she's Reya Singh. A broke, unfiltered theatre-school dropout who crash-landed in Mumbai with nothing but sarcasm and survival instinct. Ten years apart in age, worlds apart in class, Ira and Reya are thrown into staged smiles and public hand-holding. But behind closed doors, there's silence. Tension. And something neither of them expected: understanding. In a house full of secrets and under a spotlight that never dims, two women begin to unravel each other, slowly, gently, unforgivably. What begins as performance might just become the realest thing either of them has ever had.

After a painful betrayal shatters her engagement, twenty-five-year-old Amina Grimaldi leaves behind the sunlit streets of Italy for a quiet new life in London. All she wants is to teach, to start over, and to forget. But when she steps into her classroom at Rosehill Academy for Girls, she meets seven-year-old June Wilson-a bright, thoughtful child who slowly begins to open a locked part of Amina's heart. And then there's June's mother. Elizabeth Wilson is everything Amina isn't: older, commanding, impeccably composed. A powerful CEO with little time for distractions-or emotions. But when a chance encounter at a bookshop leads to coffee, the lines between parent and teacher begin to blur. As parent-teacher conferences draw near and stolen glances give way to deeper truths, Amina and Elizabeth find themselves drawn into a quiet tension neither expected. What begins with shared silences and subtle shifts becomes a story of trust, healing, and the kind of love that arrives softly... but changes everything. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• -WLW -Age Gap -Smut

It was supposed to be anonymous. Just some harmless, late-night messeges on a forum. No names. No photos. No real-life complications. She was GoldTrap-mysterious, sharp, and way too good with words. I was BlueInk-awkward, sarcastic, and definitely not looking for anything. But then she made me laugh. Then she made me think. Then... she made me feel things I really shouldn't be feeling for someone I've never met. I'm Quinn. Twenty-four. Screenwriter-in-training. Emotionally a little chaotic and basically there no reason an amazing woman like her would be falling for someone like me. I've played a lot of roles in my life. But never this one. ----------------------------------------------- Late at night, I started writing letters to a stranger on a private forum-just to feel something real. She calls herself BlueInk. She's young, clever, infuriatingly honest... and somehow, she sees right through me. She doesn't know I'm Juliette Delaney-Hollywood's favorite ice queen with a face on every magazine and a life that doesn't belong to me anymore. She doesn't know that when I type, my hands shake. That when I read her replies, I smile. That I'm craving her words more than I've ever craved the spotlight. And I don't know what will happen if she finds out who I am. Because if I tell her the truth, I might lose the one person who loves me for who I really am. Not the icon. Not the actress. Just... me. But if I don't? I'll never get to feel her say my name out loud.