payment of love

Meet Phuwan Rattanakosin. At just eighteen years old, I had everything people dreamed of. Wealth. Power. Influence. My family was one of the most respected in Thailand—feared in business, admired in society. But none of that mattered to me. Because the only thing I ever wanted… Was something money couldn’t buy. First place. Every exam. Every result. Every single time. My name always came second. Right under his. Arthit Vareesorn. The golden boy. The genius. The one person I could never defeat. “Second place again?” My father’s voice was calm—but the disappointment in his eyes was louder than any shout. “You’re a Rattanakosin, Phuwan. Or have you forgotten?” “I tried—” I started. “Trying is for failures.” Silence. Cold. Heavy. Suffocating. “Do you know who his family is?” my father continued, his tone sharpening. “Our rivals. And yet… their son stands above mine.” His words cut deeper than anything else. “Fix it.” Fix it. Like it was that easy. Like I hadn’t already sacrificed sleep, peace… my sanity. But no matter what I did… I could never beat him. That night, I stopped trying to be better. And decided… To be smarter. The underground racing scene wasn’t my world. But desperation has a way of dragging you into places you never imagined. Engines roared. Money exchanged hands. Danger lingered in every corner. And then… I saw him. Kawin Thirasak. A name whispered with thrill and trouble. A racer. A rule-breaker. A man who didn’t belong to anyone. He leaned against his car like he owned the night, eyes sharp, lips curved in a careless smirk. He looked… dangerous. Exactly what I needed. “I have a job for you,” I said, stepping into his space. He looked me up and down, amused. “And what makes you think I take orders from rich boys?” “I’ll pay you.” That caught his attention. A pause. Then a slow smile. “What’s the job?” I clenched my fists. Not out of fear. But determination. “I want you to make someone fall in love with you.” Kawin raised a brow. “…That’s it?” I shook my head. My voice dropped—colder, darker. “No.” “I want you to make him fall so deeply… that he forgets everything.” “His focus.” “His discipline.” “His number one position.” “…Arthit Vareesorn.” For a moment, the world went quiet. Then Kawin laughed. Low. Dangerous. Interested. “You want me to destroy him… using his heart?” I met his gaze without hesitation. “Yes.” Somewhere across the city… Arthit sat by his window, reading peacefully under soft light. Unaware. That someone had just decided to turn his life… Into a game. And in this game… Love was never meant to be real. But what none of us expected… Was that the one who was supposed to fall… Wouldn’t be the only one.