Seven years ago, Orm met a woman who changed her life-gentle, kind, and gone too soon. Now, she's all grown up, engaged, and working under a new, cold, elegant director. But what Orm doesn't realize... Is that her new boss is P'Ling-her first love, the one she forgot. And Sirilak? She remembers everything. When past and present collide, can forgotten love survive?

In the vibrant streets of Bangkok, two women enter into a dangerous agreement- no promises, no feelings, no strings attached. Lingling has always lived her life by the rules: perfect daughter, perfect image, untouched and untouchable. But when her curiosity pulls her into the orbit of Orm-a reckless, magnetic playgirl with a dangerous charm and something extra between her legs-her world tilts off balance. What begins as a simple arrangement-text me when you're horny-spirals into nights of lust too raw to ignore. Orm pushes Ling past every limit, worships and destroys her in equal measure, until Ling can no longer tell the difference between pain and pleasure, denial and desire. But behind Orm's smirk and filthy mouth, something darker brews: attachment. Possession. Maybe even love. And as Ling struggles against the truth of her own longing, she's forced to face the one thing scarier than Orm's hands on her body-Orm's hold on her heart. Filthy. Tender. Addictive. This is not a love story. This is the story of how lust turned into something neither of them could escape.

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?

ORMLING This is a rather a hot and very mature theme so read at your own risk. [MENTION OF VIOLENCE AND DEATH] Ling Ling, daughter of a powerful family, lived a life built on control and luxury. She was the heir of her family and will soon step up as the new CEO, but people around her are greedy and envious... As she hears whispers of people who wants to see her fall. And one late night, in the dim quiet of her own building's underground parking lot, she was attacked. For a moment, she thought this was how her story would end. In one of the most ridiculous and cliché way ever but... something unusual happened. A wounded stranger appeared, fragile-looking, barely standing, forehead bleeding and breath heavy... The person looked like they were about to die on the spot yet with a burst of startling strength drove Ling ling's attacker away. Turning to thank her unexpected savior, Ling Ling watches the tall, powerful person falter. Before she can utter a word, they collapse unconscious into her arms, their injury staining her immaculate attire. The formidable heiress is suddenly left alone, holding a bleeding stranger.... What now, who was this ridiculously powerful person?

[GP]Lingling Sirilak Kwong and Orm Kornnaphat Serathaphong are FBI agents who can't stand each other. Forced to team up on a high-stakes mission, their deep rivalry slowly transforms into something unexpected-an undeniable connection. As they navigate danger and intrigue, their growing bond reveals that sometimes, the line between hate and love is thinner than they thought. A slow-burn romance filled with tension, suspense, and heartwarming moments.

Orm makes it very clear that she's a person... and a person could never be bought. But Lingling still insists on owning her. And now she's caught between the life she built and the woman who could shatter it all for a chance at love.

Two women. One past drenched in blood. One present set ablaze. Ling moves through life with deadly precision-cold, calculated, and haunted by a sister she couldn't save. But when Orm, the seductive daughter of a powerful criminal empire, enters her life, everything she's buried threatens to resurface. Orm doesn't ask questions-she demands answers. And when she touches the one thing Ling vowed to protect, a fire ignites between them-dangerous, consuming, and impossible to control. Caught between vengeance and desire, secrets and betrayal, Ling and Orm walk a thin line, because in a world where possession is power, love might just be the most dangerous weapon of all.

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.

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