My Billionaire
Kittisak “Kit” Theerachai (22) Kittisak, or Kit as his followers fondly call him, is the embodiment of soft allure and quiet defiance. At 5'2", he moves with a grace that commands attention — a delicate figure with a walk that drips confidence and subtle arrogance. His fair, almost porcelain-pale skin glows under every light, making him appear ethereal and untouchably beautiful. His long, silky black hair, parted neatly at the center, frames his angelic face and almost brushes his shoulders, while his cute fringe falls perfectly across his forehead. Beneath fluttery lashes are storm-grey eyes that seem to shift between innocence and mischief — eyes that can both seduce and mock. His smooth lips, naturally tinted rose, curve into smirks more than smiles. He’s effortlessly elegant, every move deliberate yet seemingly casual — a true diva in motion. Kit’s slim frame and cinched, seductive waist make him look like he stepped straight out of a fashion editorial. A tiny silver belly ring glints when he lifts his shirt on TikTok, his aesthetic a mix of soft luxury and sensual rebellion. Despite his beauty, he loathes the tiny, cluttered apartment he lives in — a reminder of the poverty he despises. Kit dreams of designer wardrobes, marble floors, champagne breakfasts, and soft beds he didn’t have to work for. He’s materialistic, ambitious, and shameless about it. He doesn’t believe in love; he believes in having. Having more, dressing finer, living louder. With over 100k followers on TikTok, Kit spends his days livestreaming, posing, and trying to compete with influencers who flaunt luxury items he can’t afford. His viewers adore his sass and style, but envy eats at him — he wants to live what he pretends to have. --- Thanakrit “Krit” Wongsuwan (38) Thanakrit Wongsuwan, better known in global business circles as The Silent Wolf, is a billionaire whose name alone stirs boardrooms and headlines. At 6'7", Krit towers over most men — broad-shouldered, carved from muscle, and exuding the kind of power that doesn’t need to be spoken. His black hair, center-parted and slightly tousled, grazes his neck, giving him an almost dangerous charm. A pair of diamond studs glint against his skin, matched by the sleek tattoos running down his arms and back — subtle marks of dominance and rebellion under his tailored suits. Krit’s face is the kind that makes people look twice — handsome to the point of disbelief, ageless, like time itself has chosen to favor him. He’s known for being domineering, obsessive, and ruthlessly possessive. When Krit wants something, he doesn’t ask — he claims. For over a year, Krit had been quietly watching Kit’s livestreams — under an anonymous username. He sent extravagant virtual gifts, always topping donation lists but never revealing who he was. There was something about Kit’s beauty, his vanity, his stubbornness — it thrilled Krit. He wanted him, not as a fling, but as something he could own, protect, and control. --- Their First Encounter Their paths finally crossed at an exclusive Bangkok boutique. Kit had walked in wearing confidence like perfume — trying on designer pieces, twirling before mirrors, taking pictures he’d post later to maintain the illusion of luxury. When a sales attendant sneered and told him to leave if he wasn’t buying, Kit’s façade cracked for the briefest second. Then he walked in — Krit Wongsuwan. The air shifted instantly. The attendant paled as Krit’s dark gaze fell on him. Without a word, Krit instructed the manager to fire the man on the spot. Then he turned to Kit, eyes sharp but unreadable, and said in a deep, composed tone: > “I’ll take everything he touched. Bag them all. And add more — something that suits his beauty better.” It was the first time Kit was truly speechless. When Krit finally met his gaze, there was recognition — the kind that sparks and burns. Later that evening, Krit approached him again, his voice calm but firm, his presence overwhelming. > “Let me take care of you,” he said simply. “No conditions. No love — just what you want. Luxury, comfort, and everything you’ve been denied. All I ask is that you let me.” Kit didn’t hesitate. This was what he’d been dreaming of — a man who could spoil him senseless. He said yes with a playful smirk, not realizing the depth of the storm he’d just stepped into. Because Krit didn’t just want to spoil him. He wanted to own him — completely.The soft chime of the boutique door rang through the air-conditioned silence as Kittisak “Kit” Theerachai stepped inside. His platform boots clicked against the marble floor, announcing him before his voice ever could. The store was a shrine of glass, gold, and luxury — a world he admired but could never afford.
He moved like he belonged there anyway, fingers brushing along satin suits and sequin tops, lips curving in a faint smirk. In the mirror’s reflection, his pale skin glowed under the lights, his grey eyes catching their own mischief.
He began selecting pieces — a cropped white jacket, a silver belt, a mesh shirt that shimmered under the chandeliers. Kit carried them to the changing area, humming under his breath, as if the boutique were his runway.
That’s when the voice cut through the air. Sharp. Condescending.
> “Sir, are you actually planning to buy any of those?”
Kit froze mid-step. The sales attendant — tall, neatly dressed, with a forced smile — stared at him with open disdain.
> “This store is for serious buyers. Not for… taking pictures.”
The words hit like a slap, slicing through Kit’s practiced confidence. His throat tightened, but pride forced his chin upward.
> “Maybe I am buying,” he said coolly. “Do I look like someone who can’t afford it?”
The attendant laughed under his breath.
> “You don’t look like someone who can.”
That’s when the air shifted. The door opened again — but this time, the quiet chime felt heavier, colder. Every employee in the boutique seemed to straighten instinctively.
Thanakrit “Krit” Wongsuwan walked in.
He didn’t speak at first. Just stood there, a towering figure in a tailored black suit that molded to his broad frame. His expression was unreadable, but his presence filled the room — quiet, magnetic, dangerous. The kind of man whose silence demanded attention.
His gaze swept the boutique, then landed on Kit. For a long second, he simply looked — eyes narrowing slightly, as if he’d found something he’d been searching for.
Then he turned to the manager. His voice was calm, deep, and soft — but carried weight like thunder.
> “Fire him.”
The attendant blinked, confused. “Sir?”
> “You heard me.” Krit’s tone didn’t rise, but the temperature seemed to drop. “You don’t insult customers in my presence. Especially not him.”
There was no argument. The manager hurried to comply, stammering apologies, while the attendant was ushered toward the door. Kit stood frozen, heart hammering, his earlier anger dissolving into disbelief.
Krit stepped closer — his height casting a shadow over him.
> “Bag everything he touched,” he said, still looking only at Kit. “And add more. I’ll decide what else suits him.”
Kit found his voice again, soft but sharp.
> “You don’t have to do that.”
> “I know,” Krit replied. “I want to.”
There was something unsettling about the way he said it — steady, unwavering, like a decision already made long ago.
Minutes later, the counter was covered with boxes and luxury bags. Krit signed without glancing at the bill. Then, finally, he turned fully to Kit.
> “You shouldn’t have to beg for what looks good on you,” he said quietly. “Some people were born to be looked after.”
Kit’s grey eyes flicked up to meet his, wary but intrigued.
> “And what exactly do you want for that kind of generosity?”
Krit’s lips curved in the faintest, most dangerous half-smile.
> “Nothing you’re not already willing to give,” he said. “Let me take care of you. No conditions. You live the life you want — I handle the rest.”
For a moment, silence lingered. Kit’s heartbeat was loud in his ears. His pride wanted to say no. But the hunger — the dream of silk sheets, diamond light, freedom from struggle — was louder.
He smiled, slow and deliberate.
> “Fine,” he whispered. “You’ve got yourself a deal.”
Krit extended a hand — large, firm, steady. Kit placed his smaller one into it, and the world seemed to tilt just slightly.
In that quiet, air-conditioned boutique, beneath the scent of perfume and polished marble, a dangerous partnership was born — one built on desire, control, and the unspoken promise that neither of them would ever be the same again.
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Co partners
Thanawat “Khaotung” Ratanakitpaisan, a 23-year-old Thai actor, is known for his soft, captivating visuals and gentle aura. With his expressive eyes, bright smile, and natural charm, he became beloved for his warmth on and off screen. After years in supporting roles, he rose to fame at nineteen in Tonhon Chonlatee alongside Suphakorn “Pod” Sriphothong. Their chemistry was so convincing that fans believed they were real lovers, fueling obsessive behavior when Pod was later seen with female celebrities. Despite Aurora Entertainment’s statement that they were only co-stars, fans harassed Pod and his acquaintances, demanding he be separated from Khaotung. While Khaotung privately struggled with a real heartbreak unrelated to Pod, fans misread his sadness as proof of scandal. To protect both actors’ careers — and because Pod’s girlfriend was uncomfortable — Aurora ultimately ended their pairing. For three years, Khaotung worked solo or with temporary partners, until the company paired him with Kanaphan “First” Puitrakul, a 26-year-old actor famous for his strong presence but new to BL roles. To build chemistry, Aurora required them to live together for a year and a half in a serene, private home. Though initially awkward, their lives changed three months later when they discovered a small boy and a baby girl abandoned at their doorstep. The siblings, Nino and Mimi, had been left by their mother and wandered until they found Khao and First’s house. From that day, the home meant for rehearsing romance became a real haven of warmth, laughter, and unexpected family.
My Perfect Revenge
Alani Rivera-Woods had always been beautiful—painfully beautiful—but the world never knew it. She was a soft blend of her parents: a Black American father with strong, warm features and a Dominican mother whose striking blue eyes were unforgettable. Alani inherited those eyes—bright, sparkling, ocean-blue—but almost no one had seen them properly. She lived most of her life hidden behind thick, outdated glasses. Her long black hair was always tied back or tucked beneath hoodies; her petite 5'2 frame was swallowed by oversized shirts and baggy trousers her father insisted she wear after her mother’s death. He had dressed her that way for years, believing that keeping her covered was protecting her from the world. And after he died—just a month before her final high school semester—Alani simply never changed. Grief made her accept invisibility as a uniform. The only person who ever truly saw her was her best friend, Kiana Matthews. But Alani’s heart had always belonged to someone who never saw her at all: Jaylen Carter. Jaylen was the kind of boy people whispered about long before he entered a room. Tall, dark brown skin with a polished glow, braids falling neatly around his face, a slim waist and sculpted body that turned heads. He had charm, beauty, a rich family… and absolutely no discipline. He drifted through high school dating cheerleaders, skipping classes, bullying people he found weak, getting involved with the wrong groups, hacking, scamming, destroying his family’s reputation with a smile. Alani loved him anyway—quietly, painfully, foolishly. Jaylen’s parents eventually grew sick of his behavior. When he refused to change, they left New York entirely and moved to Los Angeles to expand their business with Jaylen’s father’s younger brother. The uncle was richer, more successful, and divorced, raising a son who was one year older than Jaylen. Jaylen hated that cousin—Deshawn Carter, the golden boy of the entire Carter family. Jaylen’s parents still sent him money, hoping distance might fix him. But it only made him worse. In her last semester of high school, Alani accidentally overheard Jaylen bragging to his four closest friends—Malik Miller, Terrance “Terry” Brooks, Isaiah Coleman, and Ethan Whitlock—about his plan after graduation: He was going to start scamming big, serious money. He wanted financial independence not to build a life, but to silence his parents—to make sure they could never threaten to cut off his funds again. That single overheard conversation changed the course of Alani’s entire future. She had never been interested in computers. She had always dreamed of studying catering and management so she could take over her parents’ American/Spanish restaurant. But love—blind, stubborn love—pushed her into a completely different direction. She made a decision that shocked even her best friend: She enrolled in Computer Science (Security Track) and specialized in everything that would make her invaluable to someone like Jaylen. Cybersecurity. Network security. Ethical hacking. Penetration testing. Security architecture. Digital forensics. And in secret, she enrolled in a three-year advanced online hacking program—one that taught offensive hacking, self-destructive accounts, untraceable routing systems, and high-level stealth techniques. Alani became a genius. Not for herself. Not for her future. For him. She still honored her mother by taking a two-year evening program in catering and management, but her real work—the work she poured her soul into—was the kind she imagined would one day protect Jaylen. Five years passed. At twenty-two, Alani graduated as the best student in her department. But she still dressed in oversized hoodies, thick glasses, and baggy pants, hiding her stunning face and body out of habit. Jaylen was twenty-two as well, now living in a modern three-bedroom apartment with his four friends, paid for through scamming and amateur hacking. Malik, the only one who tried to hack besides Jaylen, was terrible at it; their accounts were constantly traced and destroyed. Alani began hanging around Jaylen again after graduation, still loving him with a loyalty he never earned. Jaylen tolerated her only because he enjoyed having someone to tease when he was bored, someone who looked up at him like he was the sun. He disrespected her openly—arrogant, dismissive, rude—never suspecting that the quiet girl trailing behind him was more talented than his entire group combined. Kiana begged her to stop chasing him. Alani refused to listen. A year passed like this—one year of Alani loving him and Jaylen humiliating her behind closed doors. Then one day, he humiliated her in public. In front of a crowd, he sneered at her oversized outfit, mocked her glasses, called her ugly, said no man wanted her, laughed about her virginity—louder and crueller than ever before. His friends laughed with him. Strangers joined in. Alani froze. And something inside her finally died. She walked away from Jaylen that day—and this time, she did not look back. Jaylen didn’t care at first, but later he discovered the truth: Alani was a cybersecurity specialist. A world-class hacker. Better than him. Better than Malik. Better than all of them. Suddenly, he wanted her back—not for love, but for profit. He pretended to be kinder. He invited her to his apartment. But when Alani arrived, she paused outside the door… and heard everything. Jaylen and his friends were inside laughing about how they planned to manipulate her. How they would use her skills. How they would pin everything on her if the law ever caught up with them. Then Jaylen mentioned that his cousin, Deshawn, was coming to New York to open a company branch. He warned his friends to behave because “that pretty boy is probably sent by my parents to spy on me.” Jaylen ranted about Deshawn’s success—how the twenty-four-year-old was already the vice president of his father’s company, richer, smarter, taller, tattooed, disciplined, respected. The family’s favorite. The future of the Carter name. Hearing her name spoken with contempt beside that kind of jealousy snapped whatever thread was left inside Alani. Her love evaporated instantly—like it had never existed at all. She pulled out her custom hacking device, tapped into one of Jaylen’s accounts, and drained every dollar. Then she sent a single self-destructive message to their computer: “Be grateful I didn’t take your main account.” With the money she stole back from the person who stole her dignity, Alani transformed. No more oversized outfits. No more thick glasses. No more hiding. She bought clothes that fit her beauty—crop tops, short skirts, fitted jeans, baggy streetwear, dresses that hugged her figure, heels, knee-high boots. She wore subtle makeup, replaced her glasses with lenses, styled her long curls, and pierced her belly button. For the first time in her life, she dressed like herself. And she made one final decision—her masterpiece of revenge: She would lead Deshawn Carter on. Not to love him. Not to be with him. But to provoke Jaylen, to make him furious, to make him watch as someone better than him admired the woman he dismissed as worthless. She wanted the cousins to clash, to burn, to break because of her. At the same time, she decided she will created a small online cybersecurity company—anonymous, efficient, and brilliant—where businesses hired her to redesign and upgrade their systems. She will make them unhackable. She will make them scam-proof. Every system she will touch become a fortress. And she ensured that Jaylen and his friends could never hack, scam, or exploit anyone again. With the stable income from major clients, she will reopened her parents’ restaurant, restoring it beautifully and honoring both cultures—American and Dominican. Alani Rivera-Woods, the girl once hidden behind baggy clothes and thick glasses, will become a woman with power, beauty, wealth, and the intelligence to dismantle every person who ever underestimated her. Her revenge was clean. Calculated. Perfect. And it was only the beginning.
My family
Seo Ra-on was nineteen, strikingly handsome in a way that made people look twice—long black hair that brushed his shoulders at the back, shorter and neatly parted at the front, deep brown eyes framed by long lashes, and a tall 6’6 frame with a lean, athletic build. Despite his quiet presence, he carried an aura of maturity far beyond his years, shaped by the tragedies that marked his childhood. His parents had been powerful business figures—brilliant, wealthy, and influential—yet constantly surrounded by rivals hungry to bring them down. Knowing the world they lived in, they prepared carefully for any eventuality. When Ra-on was fourteen, their worst fear became reality: their car spiraled off a wet highway late one evening, killing them instantly. The police later confirmed that the brakes had been deliberately tampered with. Yet despite months of investigation, the case went cold. The culprit was never found. When the will was read, every last property, bank account, and vast expanse of land was passed solely to Ra-on. Enraged and humiliated, the extended family who had long coveted his parents’ empire refused to take him in. Overnight, he became not only an orphan but the target of resentment. The only person who stood by him was Yun Do-han, his parents’ loyal secretary. Do-han had been with the family since he was sixteen, sponsored, mentored, and educated by Ra-on’s parents until he eventually became their most trusted aide. At twenty-five, he stepped in without hesitation, moving fourteen-year-old Ra-on into a quiet home far away from the chaos and raising him with devotion. Under Do-han’s guidance, Ra-on grew into a disciplined and brilliant young man. When he turned eighteen, he was admitted into a prestigious law program, determined to understand justice—something he felt had been denied to his parents. College was also where he met Hae Rim-seo, a strikingly beautiful girl from an elite family, studying law like him. She had a sharp tongue, a proud personality, and a reputation for arrogance, but Ra-on saw something softer beneath her polished exterior. Against everyone’s expectations, the two fell deeply in love. Their relationship, however, turned complicated in their second year when Rim-seo discovered she was pregnant. Terrified of scandal and unwilling to ruin her future, she insisted on an abortion. Ra-on begged her not to. He wanted the child—wanted a family again, even if imperfect. After days of conflict, Rim-seo agreed on three harsh conditions: 1. After giving birth, she would hand the child over entirely to Ra-on. 2. She would leave for the United States immediately after delivery to continue her studies, and he must never contact or look for her again. 3. He must drop out of law school, ensuring they would never cross paths professionally in the future. The conditions were cruel, but Ra-on accepted them without hesitation. He loved her. He loved their unborn child even more. Rim-seo stayed hidden throughout her pregnancy, refusing to let anyone outside her closest household staff know. When the day finally came, she delivered twins—a boy and a girl. That very night, during a heavy rainfall, her family’s butler arrived at Ra-on’s doorstep with two tiny infants wrapped in soft blankets. The next morning, Rim-seo boarded a plane to the U.S. without looking back. Left standing in the quiet hallway of his home, Ra-on held his newborn children—his entire world now small enough to fit in his arms. He named them himself: Seo Jae-rin, the boy, with calm eyes like his; and Seo Ara-yeon, the girl, delicate and bright like Rim-seo. From that night forward, Ra-on’s life changed. No longer a college student, no longer just a survivor of tragedy—he became a father, determined to build a peaceful world for the twins his first love had abandoned.
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