Ling (GIP) One devastating, rainy night changes two lives forever. ​For Orm, it's the night her life falls apart. Heartbroken and dumped after refusing to compromise her values, she wanders the city streets completely numb-until a blinding flash of headlights changes everything. ​For Ling, it's the night her happily-ever-after is brutally stolen from her. A sudden crash takes her new wife's life, leaving Ling consumed by a burning, relentless thirst for revenge against the drunk girl who caused it. ​When Ling orchestrates a cruel, elaborate trap-forcing a desperate Orm into a fake marriage built entirely on lies-she plans to shatter Orm the way her own heart was shattered. She promises herself she will remain cold, indifferent, and ruthless. But secrets have a way of unraveling, a hidden pregnancy changes the stakes, and the line between burning hate and consuming love begins to blur. ​Can a love born from vengeance ever survive the truth?

Lingling Kwong is a cold, composed CEO, intimidating and always in control. To her, success is everything. Love is a distraction. Emotions are a weakness she can't afford. Then Orm enters her life. "..... I think you two have chemistry." Lingling's gaze flicked up, flat and unreadable. "You are impossible," she said, returning her attention to the documents. "I'm not interested in anything like that." She added. "Not interested in men, you mean." "Get back to work, P'Taew." "You into men?" P'Taew pressed, now seated across from her boss, not listening to her. Lingling give her secretary a look. "No," she said at last. At just 23, Orm is both strong and quietly fragile. A chance encounter shifts everything. Her warmth lingers, unsettling Lingling in ways she can't explain. In the spaces between glances and silences, between duty and desire, something real begins to bloom. Orm tilted her head slightly. "Are you...?" Don't tell me she's the CEO-Please... "Lingling Kwong," the woman replied without hesitation. Fuck.

A first-year student from a small farm in the province receives a scholarship to a prestigious academy in Manila. Eager but overwhelmed by the big city and new environment, she meets a brilliant, young professor who is not only talented but also the heart of the academy. As the professor guides her through the challenges of academic life, the student finds herself confused by her feelings-unsure whether it's admiration and friendship, or if she's truly falling in love with this remarkable woman.

Ling (GIP) Ten years ago, Ling Sirilak Kwong and Orm Kornnaphat Sethratanapong were the "it" couple-a high-powered lawyer and a graceful dentist whose love seemed indestructible. But a decade of silence, demanding careers, and the exhaustion of raising three children has eroded their foundation. ​The fracture becomes a canyon when Ling falls into the arms of a young model, creating a double life that eventually bleeds into her role as a mother. When Orm discovers that Ling has been introducing their children-Aira, Arki, and little Anya-to this other woman under the guise of "a friend and a client," the betrayal cuts deeper than any physical infidelity. As they stand on the precipice of divorce, Ling must confront the monster she has become, and Orm must decide if the woman she loves still exists beneath the lies. It is a raw exploration of the messy, painful reality of long-term marriage, the weight of parental responsibility, and the thin line between a love that heals and a love that destroys.

LingLing Sirilak Kwong has built her empire on logic, control, and the systematic elimination of unpredictable variables. Emotions are weaknesses to be exploited in others, never experienced herself. Physical contact is violation. Spontaneity is chaos. For decades, this formula has never failed her. Then comes the contract, the one that ties her hands. She can lead and dominate boards meeting but what she cannot calculate is Orm Sethratanapong Kornnaphat, a woman who operates on pure instinct, who makes decisions with her heart instead of spreadsheets, who treats their wedding like a gift instead of a prison sentence. Logic versus heart. Ice versus fire. A woman who has never felt versus a woman who feels everything. In this game of opposites, someone's walls will crumble. The question is: will Ling's brilliant mind find the loophole that sets her free, or will Orm's fearless heart breach defenses that have never been broken? Some equations have no solution. Some hearts have no armor. The wedding was just the beginning.

Just LingOrm One-Shots

Kornnaphat "Orm" Sethratanapong an actress on vacation-taking a rare break from flashes and cameras, from gossip, controversies, endless scripts, and carefully staged smiles. For the first time in a long while, she wanted silence. Anonymity. Space to breathe away from the entertainment world that never stopped demanding more. She didn't expect to meet anyone. Ling Ling Kwong was a hotel staff member-someone who lived comfortably outside the spotlight. She was used to routine, to quiet hallways and early mornings, to staying unseen. Fame, noise, and attention were things she avoided, not chased. They didn't meet on purpose. They met because fate has a way of finding people who aren't looking. As days passed, something unfamiliar began to grow between them-slow, unannounced, impossible to ignore. But when the world is loud and the spotlight unforgiving... what happens when the quietest heart starts making the most noise? Author's Note This is my first story ever, so please bear with me. I apologize in advance for any grammar mistakes or inconsistencies. I'm very open to constructive criticism and suggestions-I want to learn and improve. I wrote this simply because I love LingOrm, and I wanted to bring my imagination to life. Thank you so much for reading and giving this story a chance. 💙 - GP LingLing

Thailand's youngest Prime Minister, Lingling, has dedicated her life to politics, leaving no room for distractions. But a night in Paris with the world's most sought-after supermodel, Orm, threatens to unravel everything she's built.

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