[BELONGS TO ME! UNIVERSE 3] PERTH HIRUNKIT WONGRAVEE [24 YEARS] The future Mafia Boss. He is always quiet but always planning. Mastermind of the biggest Mafia Family In Thailand. Cold, Ruthless, Dominant. To world he is a Monster but to his family a small puppy. His only weakness? Santa Pongsapak. His Hidden hunger. And he will do anything to to erase this hunger of desire and possession by making Santa his! SANTA PONGSAPAK OUDOMPOCH [19 YEARS] A Son of the Top 20 Biggest Businessman in the Thailand. For world The Oudompoch family is gentle and happy family but, Inside the doors, it's nothing but an abusive household and the victim is Santa. No one knows about santa being In a abusive situation. He have already accepted his fate and have no hope of escaping this, still tries to live his life happily, with his bestfriend Nanon in the School band. He don't know that there is someone who is ready to make him escape this hell hole. Will Perth success in making Santa his ? If yes then, will it'll be a new hell hole for him ? SIDE COUPLE:- OHM HIRUNKIT WONGRAVEE(19) NANON THITIPOOM TAWAN (19) ◇MATURE CONTENT🔞 ◇WILL BE VERY VERY WILD. ◇BAD COMMENTS WILL BE DELETED

There was no way he was pregnant. Santa turned the thought over and over as he went through the motions in Perth's kitchen, mechanically wiping a counter that was already clean. He had always been on birth control. It was a non-negotiable, especially after being given to the GMMTV Pack. The three minutes for the test result were the most excruciating wait of his life. Once time was up, Santa quickly snatched the stick from the edge of the marble sink, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs. Two small lines stared up at him from the pristine bathroom, as if mocking the very foundation of his carefully controlled life. He was pregnant. Santa had been sent as a 'gift' to clear a debt, a transaction between packs. He never imagined his role would evolve so horrifically: from Perth's reluctant housekeeper, to his toy, to his emotional punching bag, to the silent body pillow chased from the bed by dawn. And now, apparently, to the mother of his child. All while holding the official title of Perth's live-in housekeeper, a duty that kept him perpetually close and underfoot. The secret, like the life growing inside him, could not stay hidden forever.

Santa Pongsapak is an Omega, sure-but don't expect him to swoon, beg, or submit. He's sarcastic, dominant, and completely uninterested in being claimed by any Alpha. Especially not Perth Tanapon: cold, ruthless, emotionally constipated, and everything Santa hates about traditional Alphas. But when a family-arranged bond throws them into a contract marriage, all hell breaks loose. He was never supposed to go into heat early. Perth was never supposed to fall into rut. And they sure as hell weren't supposed to mate, knot, and accidentally get pregnant. Now they're stuck with a bond neither of them wanted-but can't seem to break. And every month, biology comes back to bite. Hard.

Santa Pongsapak and Perth Tanapon. Both well-respected gang members from their own mafia groups, in which their fathers lead. After a death of a gang member in the Pongsapak Clan, Perth offers Santa a plan to work together and figure out what really happened. The only problem, Santa can't stand Perth. Perth, on the other hand, is obsessed with him.

In a world divided by legacy and bloodlines, Santa, the golden boy of a revered family, is light incarnate-gentle, warm, beloved. Perth, raised in shadows with a lineage etched in cruelty, is everything Santa was warned against: calculating, cold, and untouchable. Their first meeting is not just a clash-it's war. A rivalry forged in family hatred and personal pride. As the chapters unfold, the two are forced into each other's worlds-one drenched in sunlight, the other cloaked in dusk. Enmity grows cruel, almost obsessive, until Santa tries to escape the toxicity. But once away from the safety of love and family, he learns that light does not protect; it only blinds. Perth, meanwhile, discovers that the sun he thought he wanted to burn out may be the only warmth he's ever craved. What starts as a mission to destroy the light turns into a reluctant obsession to possess it. But obsession and love are not the same-especially when pain has always been their language. Together, they navigate betrayal, legacies, power, and a bond that is too jagged to be called love-until it becomes something more dangerous: truth.

Perth has been around for as long as Santa can remember, always ruffling his hair, rolling his eyes at his antics, and-most annoyingly-never taking him seriously. Santa swears he doesn't care, but deep down, every glance, every offhanded praise, and every casual touch lingers a little too long in his mind. So will Perth really look at him, not just as Pond's little brother, but as someone worth noticing. But what happens when Perth finally starts noticing? Will it remain a quiet, unspoken crush? Or will Santa finally be brave enough to risk the teasing, the rejection, and the possibility that maybe-just maybe-Perth might feel the same way? I have no rights over the actors mentioned ,I just love PerthSanta so much hope you enjoy my story .

"Love doesn't knock-it barges in with a smirk and bleeding lips" One unforgettable night at the club should have been enough for Santa to swear off trouble forever. Hiding in a bathroom stall while a stranger bled and smirked his way through chaos wasn't exactly his idea of fun. But when that same stranger✨Perth✨reappears in his life again, Santa's world tilts again. What starts as an awkward elevator encounter spirals into something Santa never imagined. Because Perth isn't just anyone....he's the CEO of the very company Santa dreams of working for. Caught between his own fears and the undeniable pull toward Perth, Santa tries to keep his heart guarded. But Perth, with his sharp wit and impossible charm, refuses to let him stay in the shadows. In an office where every glance feels like a challenge and every word drips with tension, Santa has to decide: is Perth his greatest mistake, or the beginning of a story worth risking everything for? A chaotic, funny, dramatic journey of love. Where you'll find yourself crying out of both love and sadness. please join us and enjoy! When our worlds collide ♥️ PerthSanta 🌸

Santa is tired. Tired of trying, tired of believing love could grow in a marriage built only for business. For two years, he lived beside Perth, the cold and ambitious CEO who never truly saw him. But one drunken night, when Perth whispered another woman's name, everything inside Santa broke. Blamed for something he didn't do, hurt beyond repair, Santa finally chooses to let go. Because sometimes, walking away is the only way to survive a love that was never his.

The first time Santa met Perth, they both had guns aimed at each other's heads. It was supposed to be a business deal. Neutral ground. No unnecessary violence. Just a standard exchange of goods, threats, and barely concealed power plays. But Santa had never been good at following the rules. And Perth? Perth had never been good at letting things slide. So it only took one wrong word, one cocky smirk from Santa, one barely disguised threat from Perth- And suddenly, they were standing inches apart, guns drawn, hearts pounding, grins sharp. The warehouse felt too small. The air too tense. Santa tilted his head, finger resting lightly on the trigger. "So, what now, Phi?" Perth's grip on his own gun didn't waver. "That depends." Santa's lips curled. "On?" Perth's eyes were sharp. Calculating. Dangerous. "On whether you're about to make the dumbest mistake of your life." Santa laughed, low and amused. "Funny. I was just about to say the same thing." A pause. A challenge. A moment stretched too thin, too sharp- And then- Santa fired first. Perth fired right after. Neither of them missed. And neither of them walked away untouched. Because from that moment on, they were in each other's sights. And neither of them was ever getting out alive.

Hate could only be the plausible explanation..Perth felt unnerved by Santa as much as breathing next to him and Santa wanted nothing but to sweep that smug look off Perth's face..simmering rage from ancient rivalry takes a drastic turn as proximity is forced onto the two..they say those who fight most love each other hardest..pointless fights lead to tension blurring the lines of their rivalry beyond revival. My original work. WATTPAD ORIGINAL.