G!P (Ling) At the alumni homecoming, everyone expected Ling Kwong-the rich, dominant beauty once worshiped on campus-to arrive with someone dazzling. No one expected her to arrive married... to Orm Kornnaphat, the clumsy, bullied girl everyone mocked. But Orm isn't the same girl anymore. She's powerful, dangerous, and her obsession with Ling has turned into something darker than love. Behind the perfect marriage lies a plan years in the making: passion, revenge, and a hunger that won't stop until the past is buried-and the guilty are too. How far will obsession go when it wears a ring?

Prologue - The Memory Between Us They said time would heal her. But two years later, Ling was still staring out the glass window of her penthouse, fingers wrapped around a cold mug of coffee she never finished. CEO. Heiress. Fiancée to a ghost. Her world ended once... And then again, when she was forced to marry someone who wasn't even hers to begin with. The vows weren't meant for her. The dress wasn't either. But the name on the marriage certificate? Ling Ling Kwong. And the bride beside her? Orm. Her sister's fiancée. It was supposed to be temporary. A contract. Just one year to protect the family name and walk away. But no one told her love doesn't follow contracts. And no one warned her how cruel memory could be. Because just when Ling finally opened her heart again... Orm forgot everything. Forgot their laughter. Their fights. Their promises. Forgot her. And now, Ling wasn't sure she had the strength to lose her all over again. 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.

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

G!P (Ling) In the golden fields of rural Thailand, where sweat meets soil and the sun never sleeps, Lingling Kwong is queen. Strong, sharp-witted, and stunning, she's a farmer not by choice but by legacy-having taken over her grandfather's land under the wing of the powerful Sethratanapong empire. Despite never setting foot in college, Ling has turned her piece of earth into a thriving agricultural asset that even Mr. Naphom Sethratanapong himself praises. But when Mr. Naphom's spoiled, fiery daughter, Orm Sethratanapong, threatens to throw her inheritance away with her bratty indifference to hard work, the old tycoon sets his final card on the table: send her to the farm, strip her of luxury, and place her under Ling's iron rule. No special treatment. No easy exits. If she wants the empire, she'll have to earn it-starting with dirt under her nails. What begins as a war of words, clashing wills, and undeniable tension will slowly evolve into something neither of them saw coming-something rooted, growing, inevitable. Amidst hay bales and monsoon rains, two very different women will discover that love, like the land, takes time to cultivate... and once it blooms, it's impossible to contain.

A LINGxORM AU Orm Kornnaphat fell first. Back in The Secret of Us days, every glance, every scripted kiss, every playful touch behind the scenes carved itself into her heart. Ling Ling Kwong was gentle, warm, endlessly sweet - fixing her hair before takes, holding her hand in interviews, calling her น้อง (Nong) with a smile that Orm wanted to believe meant more. Fans screamed that they were real, and for Orm, it was too easy to drown in the fantasy. Years later, in Only You, nothing has changed - at least, not for her. Ling still dotes on her, on-cam and off-cam, with the same effortless affection. The fandom loves them, their chemistry is undeniable, and Orm's feelings have only grown sharper, deeper, impossible to contain. But Ling's heart has never been hers to hold. Behind the scenes, hidden from cameras and fans, Ling keeps a secret Orm isn't supposed to know. For Orm, every touch is salvation and every smile is torment. For Ling, it's innocent closeness, sisterly warmth, nothing more. And when the truth finally comes out, Orm is left with nothing but memories - memories that once felt like love, now poisoned with reality. A story of devotion unspoken, kindness mistaken, and heartbreak too heavy to name. Because sometimes, what feels the most real is only an illusion. PS: All BTS and scripts mentioned during the filming scenes are all part of my imagination. 😉

Lingling, the ultra-serious CEO, has her perfectly controlled world turned upside down by Orm, a bubbly coffee shop owner who thinks life's too short for spreadsheets. Orm's charm and teasing instantly get under Lingling's skin. Will Orm's warmth melt Lingling's icy heart or will Lingling stay busy playing hard-to-get?

[UNDER EDITING] [FINISHED] [MATURE] The heir to the Italian Mafia's thrown, the king of the mafia; Lorenzo D'Angelo. Born and raised with power and even fame, He basically has everything in the palm of his hand. A don with a body of an Italian god, and a face of a model. The new don kills without regret or remorse, he wears the scars on his hands and all over his body like jewelry and danger lingers and follows him everywhere, people run from even his shadow. He is the most feared man anyone could think of in the Mafia world. He is a Sinister. What happens when this sinister finds it's worse sin, his match. The girl he can't have, the FBI agent sent to bring him in. Sage Hendrix, the girl raised to be in the FBI before she could even walk or talk. A fighting machine, trained to seduce and hunt people down, even kill them without looking back. A body of a goddess that has men on their knees. A snarky and sarcastic personality that she uses to cover her real self from outside eyes. People fear her, her presence even breathing the same air as her. She is on the top, one of the best agents in the whole agency. What happens when she finds out the truth? Uncovers lies that break people beyond repair, broke her beyond repair. She was sent to London to destroy the one they call the Sinister, not become his biggest Sin. But all actions have consequences... Book two in the D'Angelo Series Highest rankings so far #2 in Mafia #1 in mafia #1 In Snarky #1 in Booktwo #1 in FBI #1 in Smutwarning #2 in italian #1 in Romance #1 in love

Kiara is an assassin. Born in the industry, she knows her work better than anyone else and she's the best that her clan has. Kiara has never failed a mission in her life and never plans to. But this mission is different than the others. More difficult - dangerous, even. Her newest task was to get rid of the Prime Minister of England's son, Niklaus St. Clair. At first it seemed easy to her seeing how she has killed many presidents and prime ministers, and many of their eldest sons, so why was this one so different? Besides his face of zero flaws, and his muscular body and rock-hard abs, and that oh-so-sexy accent she involuntarily fall for - oh, and the fact he has many dark secrets of his own. She calls him an arrogant brute. He calls her his feisty kitten. So what happens when their first encounter ends up with her trapped between a wall and his body instead?

❝Violet tell me to stop and I will ❞ the feeling of his soft lips igniting flames throughout my body, my lower half becoming warmer every second I felt the delicacy of his touch. "Enzo" I couldn't bring myself to say stop simply because I didn't want him to. I wanted his hands roaming over my body while he held my neck thrusting into me. The erection I feel on my thigh made my mind wonder off. Pinching my hip I moaned lowly when he hooked my legs around his waist. "That's not telling me to stop amore" removing my shirt over my head his lips latched onto my swollen nipples, my hands shot in the softness that was his black hair. "Tell me what you want" "Fuck me Enzo" ᥊ 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐓 needed the money to pay for her mother's expensive treatments, dancing for a man like Enzo wouldn't be good for her and she knew this. He would be the chaos in her life but she was too addicted to it. 𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐎 understood the consequences it would bring if he got involved with Violet more than what she already was, that was his dancer and nobody else's. 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 ❦ Highest Ranking! #1 in cocky #2 in passion

Revenge. I'm familiar with it. You have to be when you're the firstborn son of a notorious mafia leader. Death and vengeance have been the very foundations of my life. So who in their fucking mind would be stupid enough to cross me? My brother and I have been wrongfully convicted of a crime we didn't commit. We know who is behind this. We bid our time behind bars, planned and prepared for the day we got out. Now we're free and hungry for redemption. I know what must be done. I know whose blood will be spilled. But before I go after him, I'll go after his daughter. I never said I play fair. *Book one in the Marino Brothers Duet. Rated 18+ due to explicit language, sex, and violence.*