It all began on a serene evening when Orm Kornnaphat , a renowned and highly esteemed lawyer, accidentally struck Lingling Sirilak-a stunning and affluent general surgeon doctor-while she was out for a jog. After a few days of undeniable connection, Orm abruptly walked away, leaving Lingling without so much as a goodbye and harsh encounter. a few months later. They met again. and now both of them can't run away anymore especially Orm. Will they finally mend whatever relationship they once had, or will pride, ego, and everything in between matter more? Will time teach them to understand each other-or only push them further apart? #fluff #Romcom #conflict

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

Her stride radiated confidence-bordering on arrogance-as if every step reminded the room she owned the place without needing to say a word. Lithe and tall, she moved with an easy grace that made her presence impossible to ignore. Her beauty wasn't soft; it was sharp, sculpted, and dangerously magnetic. A few loose strands of jetblack hair framed her face, the rest slicked back in deliberate disarray that only added to her allure When the woman finally stopped in front of her, she remained unsmiling. She took the seat across from her. "Orm Kornnaphat Sethratanaphong," she said, her tone tinged with boredom. "Lingling Sirilak Kwong," Orm replied, showing little interest. She didn't bother to smile. What was the point? "I ordered for us. I've been waiting for you for forty-five minutes." The raven-haired woman frowned, tilting her head as she assessed the ash-blonde woman's expression. "And what makes you think you know my preferences?" "For chrissake, it's just food," Orm snapped, annoyed. "What did you get for me?" "Pasta." "Then clearly, you don't know what I like at all. Want to know what I actually want for dinner?" "What?" The Thai woman smirked before replying, "You." A.N.: This is an original fanfiction I wrote for JenLisa, I decided to rewrite it as a LingOrm fanfic with LMSY as second leads. And if you squint, there's also GinJ. I am on my Thai GL era lol, so, bear with me. ~M

Prologue "Not all heartbreaks come from betrayal. Some grow from choices made in silence." They were happy once. Truly. Stupidly. Brilliantly happy. After the rivalry, the tension, the guarded hearts-Lingling and Orm had found each other. Two doctors, one heart. They stood in the dawn light outside the hospital, palms pressed, quiet smiles blooming. And for years, they made it work. Lingling soared in internal medicine-panels, journals, awards. Orm, ever proud, filmed her behind the scenes, smitten and steady. They shared shift schedules, socks, even toothbrushes. Fans adored their chemistry-Orm's teasing, Lingling's glares that always ended in a blush. But slowly, life crept in. Lingling picked rounds over date nights, grant proposals over cuddles. She missed anniversaries. Ignored Orm's soft pleas to rest, to breathe, to be there. Not out of malice. Just... neglect. Lingling believed love would hold on its own. But Orm was tired of holding it alone. "I miss us," Orm said once while Lingling typed away. "You never look at me the way you look at your career." Lingling didn't flinch. "My work matters." "And I don't?" Orm whispered. She didn't say no. She said nothing. That silence became a wound. Orm stopped filming at home. Stopped asking. Stopped hoping for a space in a life Lingling was building without her. Until one night, suitcase in hand, Orm stood by the door. "Do you even see me anymore, Ling?" Lingling didn't look up. That was all she needed. She left-no slammed doors, no last plea. Just a note on the fridge: "You chose your calling. I just wish you made room for me in it. - O." Lingling came home late. Read the note under harsh fluorescent light. And for the first time in years, she realized- She'd won every award. But lost her heart. Cross My Heart, Suture Yours: CODE RED

Lingling Kwong is untouchable, cold, and feared by everyone. Orm Kornaphat is ordinary, struggling, and just trying to survive. Forced into a marriage neither of them wanted, their worlds collide with tension, fiery clashes, and stolen glances. But sometimes, the heart finds what the mind refuses to accept... Warning : GiP edition

Lingling Kwong is an infamous heart surgeon - dominant, flirtatious, and used to getting exactly what she wants. But the new dermatologist at the hospital, Orm Sethratanapong, doesn't fall for her charm, apparently. Disclaimer: This is nothing serious-just a story I started plotting during one of my many visits to the ER. I write it during my train rides to work, mostly to pass time and pretend I'm being productive (when I am not asleep, of course). Please adjust expectations accordingly 🫡🚆💉

After a wild, reckless night of partying, spoiled heiress Orm Kornaphat-daughter of business tycoon Oct Setratanopong-is suddenly abducted by enemies targeting her father, demanding 500 million baht in ransom. While Orm panics in chaotic, dramatic fashion, fate collides her life with Lingling Kwong, a poor but resilient delivery rider abandoned in childhood by her influential mother, Priya Kwong. Unbeknownst to both, this kidnapping marks the beginning of a storm of danger, comedy, jealousy, and destiny that will tie their lives together in ways neither could have imagined.

Arrogant, demanding, and impossible to please, CEO Orm Kornnaphat has made a habit of scaring off every assistant assigned to her. That is, until Lingling Kwong walks through the door, calm, competent, and seemingly immune to Orm's sharp tongue and High Standards. As the days pass and Lingling refuses to flinch, Orm begins to wonder: is this new assistant just another fool with something to prove... or the first person who might actually see through her carefully crafted walls? Slow Burn Lingorm 🥇 Linglingkwong 🥇

Drowned in You Synopsis: After losing her parents to a violent sea storm on her eighth birthday, Lingling Kwong was raised by her uncle in a quiet fishing village in Chonburi. Now thirty, she's a passionate surfer who finds peace in the very ocean that once broke her-and dreams of competing on the world stage, even if life constantly demands she put survival first. Orm Kornnaphat, born into Thailand's most powerful resort empire, lived a life of wealth and discipline-until a ferry explosion claimed her parents when she was just twenty. Inheriting everything, Orm hardened into a cold, perfectionist CEO of Kornnaphat's Urban Oasis, shutting out emotion and isolating herself behind power. When Lingling applies for a lifeguard job at the luxury resort, her warmth and resilience clash with Orm's icy control. But behind their tension lies shared grief, quiet admiration, and a pull neither woman can deny. As the ocean stirs with storms and memories, the two begin to fall-for one another, and for the parts of themselves they long buried. But love between a grieving heiress and a dream-chasing surfer isn't easy. Secrets, expectations, and the tides of the past threaten to pull them under. Yet sometimes, what drowns you... is also what saves you.

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