Wiiliamest × CeoSecretary 🔞 Love, Possessiveness, Intimacy "Why, Boss...? Why are you making me feel special? I'm just your secretary... then why are you doing all this for me?" "Because you're not just my secretary, Est. You're more than that to me. You're different." ______________ "Don't you said you prepared yourself... Please baby..let me be inside you" 'I can't handle it...it's too big...' The story is about a Possessive CEO who falls hard for his Secretary and the Secretary is fierce too...now there is no escape...🔥 ⚠️Disclaimer Strong intimate scenes , words were used, Read it at your own risk 🔞🔞 Enjoy...

Jakrapatr Syndicate needs clean businesses. Supha Kids is the biggest, most trusted childcare chain in Thailand. Perfect for laundering money. Supha Group needs protection. Rivals have been circling since Est's parents died. Solution: Marriage. Merger. One signature. Neither of them wants it.

Two years and nine months ago, William Jakrapatr Kaew and Est Supha were in love. William was once a cheerful, colorful young man who dreamed of choosing his own path instead of inheriting the throne of JKP Enterprises. Est was the person who encouraged him to follow his heart, just as he followed his own passion for music and art. Then, everything changed. An accident. A single breakup message. And a goodbye William never understood. Nearly three years later, William is no longer the boy Est remembers. He is now the cold, ruthless CEO of JKP Enterprises, a man who has buried every trace of the warmth he once carried. And Est? He walks back into William's world as his new personal assistant. William sees the person who, in his eyes, abandoned him when he needed him most. Every old wound turns into anger, every memory into resentment, and every encounter becomes another chance to remind Est that he hates him. But William doesn't know everything. He doesn't know what happened beyond that hospital door. He doesn't know why Est disappeared. And he certainly doesn't know about the little girl who calls Est Mama. Two people who once knew each other's hearts better than anyone are forced to work side by side, carrying completely different versions of the same past. William believes he was left behind. Est knows why he had to leave. But some goodbyes aren't what they seem. And sometimes, the truth doesn't disappear. It simply waits for the right moment to be heard. Because William never knew the goodbye he hated was never the goodbye Est wanted to give. It is a feel good story🙌

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This story is a fanfic of WilliamEst. I want to write something cute for them. In the opulent world of Thai royalty, Prince William and Prince Est, a stunning and enigmatic royal, find themselves drawn to each other amidst the grandeur of the palace. As they navigate the complexities of their royal duties, their forbidden love ignites a passionate and all-consuming flame. But can their love conquer the rigid traditions and expectations of the royal family, or will it be extinguished by the weight of duty and responsibility? Please I'm not an author, I'm just a WilliamEst fan ☺️☺️☺️ feel free to correct me and we can do this together 🧑‍🤝‍🧑. We're Weslies😍😍

William hadn't expected the past to knock back. He stood outside the apartment door for a long second, staring at the nameplate beside it. EST. His heart thudded painfully against his ribs. Five years. Five years since that name had disappeared from his life without a word. He raised his hand and knocked. The door opened slowly. Est stood there older, thinner, his eyes tired in a way William didn't remember. The familiar omega scent hit him next, sharp and soft all at once, and William's breath caught. "William..." Est whispered, like he wasn't sure this was real. Before William could say anything, a small voice spoke from behind Est. "Papa?" A little boy peeked out, half-hidden behind Est's leg. Big eyes. Dark hair. Small and nervous. William's world tilted. Papa. The word echoed cruelly in his head. Est didn't step back. Instead, he slowly bent down and lifted the child into his arms. The movement was careful, practiced like he had done it a thousand times before. The boy immediately curled into him, small hands clutching at Est's shirt, his face burying itself. __________________________________________ ⚠️ Important Notice •This story is 18+ / Mature •It is set in an Omegaverse universe •Themes may include emotional trauma, past intimacy, alpha/omega dynamics, pregnancy, and mature situations. 📌Please read only if you're comfortable with these elements. There will be angst, slow healing, and deep emotional connections. Some parts may hurt, some may feel soft, and some will take time but nothing is rushed here. I HOPE YOU'LL SUPPORT & GIVE CHANCE UNCLAIMED LOVE 💌 Thank you for supporting my writing ✍🏻

"Do you see me as your brother"? William " Our parents are never gonna accept this " Est how William and Est gonna stop themselves from loving each other because they are brothers. how they can hide their feelings for each other. how the boundaries gonna break. how they are gonna confess how much they love each other. wanna know? then let's dive into the story. hi readers I am back with about story about them. hope you are gonna pour the same love here. and the important thing the story is mine but not the photo and character. if you don't like bl then it's not your cup of tea. it's just a story so take it like one. and just to feed your delulu mind I am gonna add some delulu things here so just enjoy.

Est is loved-by his parents, by his family, by a life that taught him how to endure quietly. William is admired by the world-successful, charming, careless in all the ways that never seem to matter. Their marriage is arranged for business, not cruelty. William never hurts Est. He simply never sees him. Est hides his loneliness behind polite smiles and careful silence, protecting his parents from the truth-that their only son is slowly disappearing inside a marriage where he exists alone. When Est finally leaves, he does so without anger, without accusation. And only then does William understand: absence can hurt far more than rejection. This is a story about neglect that doesn't look like abuse, love that arrives too late-and whether healing is still possible once someone walks away. only story is mine

Est grew up with his grandmother, carrying only one dream - to finish his studies and build a better life. After high school, he leaves his small town for the city, determined to chase his future. But reality isn't as kind as he hoped. When he reconnects with Hong, an old friend who offers him a job at a bar, Est accepts... unaware that everything is about to change. William, still a high school student, takes life far too seriously. Raised by two loving fathers and surrounded by wealth, he's never been drawn to chance or pleasure - until the night his friends drag him to that bar. That's where he sees him. Est. One look. One night. And William's world shatters, only to be rebuilt under a different light. But Est refuses him - says he's too young, too innocent. William doesn't care. He wants Est, no matter what it takes. Because sometimes, love isn't a choice - it's an obsession born under the moonlight. 🌙

In the Kirgun family, love has never been a requirement. Marriages are contracts, signed to protect power, bloodlines, and legacy. It worked for the first son. It worked for the second. Now it is the third son's turn. William Kirgun, the quiet and dangerous mafia prince, enters a contract marriage with no intention of letting it become real. Feelings are liabilities, and he has survived his whole life by keeping control. Est never wanted the mafia world. Tied to the Kirgun family by circumstances beyond his control, he agrees to the marriage for one reason only-freedom. What he gets instead is a life inside the Kirgun mansion, bound by a name that isn't his and rules he never asked for. They live like strangers. Separate rooms. Separate hearts. Yet in silence, danger, and unspoken protection, something begins to change. As family traditions tighten, secrets surface, and blood demands loyalty, love grows slowly-quietly-against everything the Kirgun name stands for. Some vows are signed in ink. Some are written in blood.