Signed to You

Signed to You

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She signed the contract to save her café. She didn't expect to lose her grip-on control, or on her heart. Orm Kornnaphat Sethratanapong is drowning in debt, one breath away from losing her grandmother's café. Enter Ling Ling Kwong: the ice-cold CEO with a deal, a deadline, and a personal contract with one rule only- "Do what I say. No questions." Now Orm is stuck playing assistant, errand girl, and reluctant arm candy to the woman who crushes rivals without blinking. But beneath Ling Ling's perfect facade is someone heartbreakingly guarded... and maybe, just maybe, falling too. In a world of ruthless games, sharp power plays, and late-night tasks that edge closer than they should- What happens when control slips, and hearts break the rules?
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DISCLAIMER This story is purely fictional. It has no connection to real-life events, individuals, or entities, whether living or deceased. Any similarities are purely coincidental and unintentional. Ling Ling Kwong & Orm Kornnaphat, of course, are lovely girls and not as the characters mentioned in this fanfiction. Remember, this is a fanfiction! Enjoy! **All photos are credited to their respective owners. Prologue The first time Ling met Orm, she was six years old, hiding behind her mother's leg at a bustling café filled with the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee. It was her parents' favorite place, though she never paid much attention to it-until that day. Orm, a little girl in an oversized apron, stood on her tiptoes behind the counter, stacking sugar packets with intense focus. She looked up, locking eyes with Ling, and grinned. "You wanna help?" Orm had asked, holding out a packet. Ling hesitated. She had never been invited to do something so ordinary before. But the warmth in Orm's voice was different from the polished, rehearsed greetings she was used to. From that moment on, Ling and Orm were inseparable. Their differences never seemed to matter. Ling, with her designer dresses and chauffeur-driven rides, and Orm, in her simple clothes, always smelling faintly of coffee beans and warm pastries. They built their own world within the walls of that small café, sharing secrets, dreams, and laughter. But some things were never said out loud. Orm never told Ling that her heart raced whenever Ling smiled at her. Or that she memorized every little habit-the way Ling twirled her straw in iced coffee, or how she tapped her nails against the table when she was deep in thought. And Ling? She was blissfully unaware, believing that nothing between them would ever change. Until the day she fell in love with someone else.

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