Because of You..| LingOrm

Narin stormed out of Ling's house, his fists clenched in rage. His plan had been perfect. He had expected Ling to finally give in, to prove her loyalty by surrendering to him.

But she had rejected him.

Me? Rejected?

The thought made his blood boil. He had given Ling everything—his time, his protection, his patience. And yet, she had the audacity to push him away, all because of that pathetic girl.

His mind burned with frustration as he drove recklessly through the night, his destination already set.

Tanthira.

She was the only one who never denied him. The only one who truly belonged to him.

The moment he arrived at her house, he barely waited for her to open the door before he grabbed her, his hands rough, his lips demanding.

"Narin?" Tanthira gasped, surprised by his urgency. "What—"

"Shut up," he growled, pushing her inside. "Just let me have you."

Tanthira smirked, instantly understanding. She had seen this before—his anger, his possessiveness. She knew exactly what to do.

That night, Narin poured all his frustration into her, his touches punishing, his movements desperate. And Tanthira welcomed it all with open arms, reveling in the knowledge that, in the end, no matter what happened with Ling—Narin was still hers.

Meanwhile, Orm found brief solace in her job at the café. It was the only place where she wasn't treated like trash.

One evening, as she cleared a table, a familiar voice broke her thoughts.

"You look exhausted."

Orm turned to see Sam, one of the regular customers and someone who had become a quiet source of comfort. Unlike others, Sam never looked at her with pity or scorn. There was a gentleness in her gaze, a kindness Orm wasn't used to.

"Do you ever take a break?" Sam asked, tilting her head.

Orm hesitated before offering a small, tired smile. "I manage."

Sam chuckled. "Hard work is admirable, but don't forget to take care of yourself."

A simple conversation. But for Orm, it was rare—someone caring, even in the smallest way.

What she didn't realize was that Ling had seen everything.

She had stopped by the café with Narin, expecting to see Orm in her usual pitiful state. But instead, she saw something else.

Orm smiling.

Orm talking to someone with ease.

Someone else treating her with warmth.

And Ling hated it.

She had no right to be angry. She knew that. But the way Orm looked at Sam—it was different. And it made Ling's blood boil.

For the first time, she wasn't just disgusted by Orm.

She was furious.

Possessive.

That night, the moment Orm stepped through the front door, she barely had time to set her bag down before Ling grabbed her wrist.

"What the hell was that?" Ling hissed, her nails digging into Orm's skin.

Orm frowned, confused. "What are you talking about?"

"At the café," Ling spat, yanking her closer. "You think I didn't see you flirting with that woman?"

Orm's eyes widened. "Sam? She's just a customer."

But Ling wasn't listening. The jealousy in her chest burned too hot, clouding all logic.

Without thinking, her hand shot forward.

Smack.

The sound echoed in the silent house.

Orm stumbled back, one hand flying to her cheek, her eyes filling with shock.

But Ling wasn't done.

Another slap.

And another.

Orm didn't fight back. She didn't scream or beg. She just took it, like she always did, until her body gave in, collapsing onto the floor.

And suddenly, the haze of rage lifted.

Ling's breath hitched. Her chest rose and fell rapidly. Her knuckles ached from the impact.

And Orm... Orm wasn't moving.

A cold chill crawled up Ling's spine.

What had she done?

Panic surged through her. She fumbled for her phone and called the only person who had ever indulged her darkness.

"Narin," she whispered, her voice shaking. "I... I hurt her. She's unconscious."

There was a pause before Narin let out an amused scoff.

"So what?" he said casually. "She deserved it. Compared to what she's done to you, this is nothing."

Ling wanted to believe him. She needed to believe him.

But as she stared at Orm's still form, a sickening guilt wrapped around her throat.

For the first time, doubt crept into her heart.

Was Orm really the enemy?

Or had Ling spent all these years fighting a war that never needed to exist?

And why...

Why did the thought of losing her make Ling's chest tighten in fear?