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

​​In the neon-soaked heat of Bangkok, two worlds collide on a crowded street corner. Orm Sethratanapong is a woman living on the edge of exhaustion, her life a cycle of grueling labor and the crushing weight of her mother's medical bills. Ling Kwong, a titan of industry with a bloodline that spans continents, has everything-except an heir. ​Driven by family pressure and a cynical view of love, Ling proposes a transaction: 100 million Baht for a legacy. ​For three months, Orm must transform. She must trade her mascot costumes and dish soap for silk robes and organic diets. She must live under Ling's roof, under Ling's watchful, cold eyes. But as the countdown to their "biological duty" ticks away, the distance between them shrinks. Orm discovers the lonely woman behind the tycoon, and Ling finds her cold logic melting under Orm's resilience. ​When the three months are up and the time comes to fulfill the contract, the act of "creating an heir" is no longer just business. It becomes a bridge between two souls who realized too late that you can't put a price on the heart.

Ayla is Thailand's darling- a pop idol revered by millions, her image a flawless tapestry of grace and talent. Yet beneath the shimmering surface, she is a desperate victim, constantly looking over her shoulder as a relentless, dangerous stalker closes in. ​Into this perilous world steps Tawan, a seasoned and fiercely devoted bodyguard hired to be Ayla's shield. Tawan is confident in her mission to protect the innocent star. ​But the truth is a more twisted melody. Ayla is not merely a victim; she is a master manipulator, the stalker- a ghost of her own making, and the entire public drama- a meticulously orchestrated lie. As Tawan throws herself into the task of defense, she doesn't realize that she isn't the protector... she is the ultimate prize in Ayla's deadly, beautiful game. ************************************************** A/N: This is Only You the Series reimagined wherein this won't follow the original plot. This would probably feel like a very different story from the series so yeaaahh.. Hehe. 😅

Lada is a retired football player, while Earn is a famous TV actress. This story features G!P, which may not appeal to everyone.

WARNING: ORMLING Lingling Kwong never took her studies seriously. Her constant mischief led to her being expelled from countless schools. Eventually, no college would accept her. Realizing she needed to change, she decided to enroll in a remote school that was completely independent of government regulations. The best part? It was tuition-free and provided free room and board. All she had to do was bring her personal belongings. It sounded too good to be true, but she had no other options. The university had a strange set of rules that seemed almost like a joke. One of the most bizarre was, 'No wearing red after six.' It was ironic, considering their uniforms were red. But after witnessing firsthand the consequences of breaking this rule, she realized it was no laughing matter. It was a warning. Sometimes instincts hold you back and impulsiveness save you from death.

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