The Thorn She Keeps
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Última publicación lun, dic 1, 2025
Orm Kornnaphat Sethratanapong rules her empire with ice in her veins and blood on her hands. The mafia queen doesn't tolerate mistakes-one misstep means death. Cold, sharp, untouchable, she has never once smiled, never once allowed softness to break her rule. To Orm, people are tools. Disposable. Replaceable.
Until her.
Lingling Sirilak Kwong only wanted to feed her mother. A flyer for a cleaner's job led her into a mansion of shadows, where loyalty is chained and escape is impossible. Strong, humble, stubborn to the bone, Lingling becomes the one person who doesn't bend that easily to Orm's control.
What begins as a trap twists into something neither of them expects. Obsession grows like fire, possession sharpens into something darker. Orm wants more than obedience-she wants Lingling's devotion. Lingling, caught between fear and defiance, finds herself tested in body, mind, and heart.
In a world where one command can mean death, can a gentlewoman's resolve withstand the weight of a queen who has never let go of anything once she's claimed it?
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Lingling G!P
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