Jirawat Sutivanichsak (Dew) moved through the world like a storm trapped in human form. The ruthless heir of Thailand's most feared mafia family, he was cold, merciless, and untouchable. His name alone was enough to silence a room. Since the night his mother's body hung lifeless before his eyes, love had never touched him again. Behind the sharp suits and piercing gaze lived a hollow man-one who killed without blinking, hated his father with every breath, and carried his family's legacy in blood.
At the edge of his fate stood Teeradech Vitheepanich (Tee), twenty-four, gentle beautiful stubborn and A medical intern in Australia.Tee had lost his parents young, clung to his sister and brother-in-law as his only home, and then watched them both died in an accident that shattered everything. Left with his nephew and a promise to fulfill the last wish to take his brother in law to his family in Thailand.But He was walking unknowingly toward the devil's World.
In another corner of this empire of blood burned Siraphop Manithikhun (Net). The twenty seven-year-old son of a rival mafia family, he lived for chaos-street races, danger, the taste of destruction. A charming playboy to outsiders, but deadly when anger struck. For Net, Dew was not only an enemy, but a mirror he wanted to shatter, a storm he longed to conquer. Their hatred was the kind that could only end in fire.
Radchapon Phornpinit (JJ), the innocent stepbrother Dew never accepted, grew like a flower in the cracks of their ruined family. Born from betrayal, shielded from the bloodstained world outside, he remained soft, trusting, unbearably beautiful. At twenty, stepping into university life, he carried a light so fragile the world could break it in an instant.
Four names. Four fates. One city drowning in power, revenge, and desire.
And when Tee stepped into Thailand carrying coffins and grief, destiny began to weave its cruelest story-
the one that might finally tame the devil.
" Phi, why did you marry me? If you still love him, why did you marry me?" Khem's voice trembled.
Pharan tried to reach for Khem's hand, but the other boy moved back, clutching his baby bump.
" I am sorry, I-" Pharan didn't know what to say.
" I just want to know, did you ever love me?" With tears cascading like pearls of sorrow, Khem whispered the question. And what answered his question was 'silence'. A silence loud enough to break hearts, filled with answers too painful to speak.
This is a PharanKhem story.
Read it if you want, don't read it if you don't want to.
The age gap of both of them will be similar to that of the novel. And yeah, I don't own the characters. They belong to author Cali of "Khemjira Must Survive"
Pharan - 32 years old
Khem - 21 years old