In the heart of Bangkok, where power is currency and secrets are more dangerous than bullets, two women are about to ignite a war of obsession, desire, and control. Freen Sarocha Chankimha, the icy CEO of Ninetytwo, built her empire with ruthless precision. On the surface, she's untouchable-feared by competitors, revered by her staff, and adored by the press. But beneath the polished exterior lies a secret she guards fiercely: the face of a woman she can't forget. A brief encounter at a gala months ago left Freen haunted by dark eyes, a scarred brow, and the scent of rain and roses. Since that night, she's searched in silence, consumed by an obsession she doesn't understand-and cannot escape. What Freen doesn't know is that she's already playing someone else's game. Becky Armstrong or known as Rebecca is no stranger to obsession. As the enigmatic leader of Thailand's most feared underground syndicate, she has built a legacy from shadows and blood. Cold, calculated, and always in control-until the night a stranger shielded her in the rain and then disappeared into the crowd. That woman was Freen. And Becky never let her go. Now, Freen's obsession has led her straight into Becky's sights. But Becky isn't ready to claim her prize-not yet. She wants to see how far Freen will indulge in hunger. How deep she'll let herself sink into the chase. Because Freen thinks she's chasing a ghost. But in truth? She's already been caught in the web made by HER.

"I do have something in mind, actually." The words were certain and very clear. Celine leaned back against the couch, her smirk softening into something darker, quieter. "Well then," She said, voice smooth enough to make my spine tingle, "Come show me." My breath caught before I could even think. The room seemed to hum around us-the low buzz of the liquor, the faint rustle of the robe against my skin, her eyes following me as she'd already decided what was going to happen next. Something in my chest fluttered-or maybe it flipped. The words weren't loud, but they pulled at me anyway like a command wrapped in velvet. I hesitated, barely. Then the hesitation melted away, the same way the liquor did earlier. My body moved before my mind caught up, slow and deliberate 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴, drawn to her like gravity wasn't a choice. 𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓 Monét was never one to follow rules, that word seemed unknown to her knowledge. Monét was a troublemaker, it ran in her blood-well half of her blood. Her father being the chief of the police, the rule follower, yet he made an exception for his daughter always running to her rescue when needed. Monét was also the type to get what she wants, so when she sees this older lawyer-you can guess what she wants. And she intends to get it, stopping at nothing. She wouldn't let anything stop her, not age, not her issues, not her father, not a judge. Nothing would stop her from getting what she wanted.