For some, gambling is a game. For AMM, it became an obsession, one she would do anything to sustain. Even murder.
At 26, AMM lived in Thailand and spent hours glued to online casinos. She won small amounts, but her losses were devastating. Like many gambling addicts, she spiraled into debt. In 2015, desperate for money, she borrowed $3,000 from a friend. Instead of repaying the loan, she gambled it away. When her friend demanded the money back, AMM had a choice: own up to her mistake or erase the debt another way. She chose the latter.
AMM researched cyanide, purchased it online, and paid her friend a visit. Hours later, her friend was dead, collapsing suddenly with no signs of foul play. AMM took everything she could, cash, jewelry, valuables, and disappeared. Her secret? Cyanide poisoning is notoriously difficult to detect. And because of that, no one suspected a thing.
She met a police officer, Weetune. They dated. They got married. She built a new life, one that looked perfect from the outside. But old habits die hard. By 2020, AMM was gambling again. And just like before, she lost it all. Desperate, she borrowed money from more friends. When they asked for repayment, she turned to the only method she knew. Cyanide.
One by one, she poisoned them. A friend at her home. Another, four months later, through a diet pill. A third, invited to a villa, never left. A fourth, visited by AMM, never woke up. Every time, she looted their belongings and gambled away the stolen money. By 2022, she was borrowing tens of thousands of dollars, fueling a cycle of debt, deception, and death. A police captain poisoned. A friend at a vegetable market poisoned. A coffee shop meetup turned deadly. AMM had perfected her craft. Ten victims. No suspicion.
One woman nearly became victim eleven. AMM borrowed $7,500 from a friend. When they met at a restaurant, the friend suddenly felt unwell. AMM handed her cough medicine, secretly laced with cyanide. The woman collapsed. But unlike the others, she survived. She didn’t suspect AMM, assuming she had simply fallen sick. But her survival was a crack in AMM’s perfect crime spree.
By 2023, AMM’s husband, Weetune, had discovered her secret. A police officer by profession, he made a shocking decision, he helped her. That year, AMM’s ex-boyfriend asked for his money back. She agreed to meet him. Hours later, he was dead. And who was waiting outside? Weetune, her getaway driver. Days later, another police officer fell victim. AMM had become reckless. She wasn’t just killing for money anymore, she was killing for the thrill.
Then, she made a mistake. She invited her friend, Coy, on a trip for a Buddhist protection ritual, an act meant to bring good karma. Together, they bought live fish and walked to the pier to release them into the river. Moments later, Coy collapsed. AMM looted her purse and ran.
This time, AMM wasn’t so lucky. Coy’s mother knew something wasn’t right. She demanded an autopsy. Cyanide was found in her daughter’s system. The police investigated. AMM denied everything. She claimed she wasn’t even there. But security cameras told a different story. Footage showed AMM walking with Coy by the river just minutes before her death. With undeniable proof, the authorities had no choice. BAM. She was arrested.
When investigators pieced the timeline together, they uncovered the horrifying truth. AMM had murdered fourteen friends over ten years. She stood trial, was found guilty, and sentenced to death. As for her husband, Weetune? The police officer who aided a serial killer? He got just one year and four months behind bars. A deadly addiction, a calculated killer, and a system that failed until it was too late. This time, AMM lost the only game she thought she could win.
