Freen, a scarred doctor, finds hope and love when Becky, a spirited dreamer, enters her life and heals her heart.

Two hearts, one city and a love that refuses to be hidden. Against the world's expectations, they choose each other. ______________ Note: This story is entirely fictional. Any names, including those of actors, are used imaginatively. Some moments are inspired by real-life observations, but the events and characters are purely the author's creation. -------------------------------------------------- Girls Love Story. No GIP❌

Freen, an innocent girl overlooked and unloved by her family, lives in quiet shadows-until Becky sees her, really sees her. When Becky decides to marry her, she must fight societal greed, parental cruelty, and even her own family to give Freen what she's never had: safety, freedom, and unconditional love. Through whispered laughter, childlike moments, and deep wounds slowly healing, this is a story about learning how to be loved. -------------------------------------------------- Girls Love Story. No GIP❌ Note: It's all fiction.

The flashbulbs were a relentless storm, each burst a tiny, searing sun aimed directly at her soul. Becky forced a smile, the kind she'd practiced a thousand times in front of a mirror, the kind that didn't quite reach her eyes. Another premiere. Another sea of faces blurring into a hungry mass. They wanted a piece of her - the actress, the icon, the flawless image plastered across magazine covers. No one saw the tremor in her hands, the tight knot of anxiety in her chest. Tonight felt different. The usual thrill of the red carpet was muted, replaced by a prickling unease she couldn't shake. A shadow lingered at the edges of the adoration, a whisper in the roar of the crowd. She'd tried to ignore the unsettling letters, the fleeting glimpses of a figure in the periphery. Richard, ever the worried father, had insisted. A bodyguard. An intrusion she hadn't wanted, hadn't asked for. Then she saw her. Standing a few feet away, a silent sentinel amidst the chaos. Dark suit, an air of quiet intensity that cut through the surrounding frenzy. Her gaze was direct, unwavering, assessing. Freen Sarocha. Her new shadow. Becky's breath hitched, a flicker of something unexpected stirring within the familiar dread. It wasn't relief, not exactly. It was... intrigue. This woman looked like she carried the weight of the world on her shoulders, and yet, there was a stillness about her that Becky found strangely compelling. She won't understand, a cynical voice whispered in Becky's mind. No one ever truly does. They saw the glamour, the success. They didn't see the loneliness that echoed in the empty spaces of her penthouse, the constant pressure to be someone she wasn't. But as Freen's eyes briefly met hers across the swirling throng, a different kind of understanding seemed to flicker there, a silent acknowledgment of the underlying tension. Or perhaps it was just her imagination, a desperate yearning for connection in a world that often felt isolating

Prologue Freen didn't expect the offer. Not from Becky. Not like this. She was halfway through folding her laundry when Becky, arms crossed and voice cool as ever, said, "You should move in." Freen blinked. "You mean... like, stay over more often?" Becky's gaze didn't waver. "No. I mean move in. Permanently. Your toothbrush. Your books. Your banana bread. All of it." Freen's heart stuttered. "Are you sure?" Becky stepped closer, her voice dropping to a whisper only Freen ever heard. "I'm cold to everyone else. But I want to wake up warm-with you." Later, as they packed boxes labeled Precious Cargo and Freen's Chaos, Becky cleared out her entire closet. Freen tried to protest. Becky kissed her forehead and said, "You don't get half of me. You get everything."

For Public Prosecutor Becky Armstrong, that constant source of irritation comes in the form of a certain blonde rookie cop who seems to have made it her personal mission to push every single one of Becky's carefully maintained buttons. Officer Freen Sarocha Chakminha has this maddening habit of showing up in Becky's perfectly ordered world with that cocky grin, smart-mouthed comments, and a reckless streak that drives the by-the-book prosecutor absolutely crazy. At first, Becky tells herself she can't stand the newbie's attitude-the way Freen always seems to be testing boundaries, the way she never backs down from Becky's sharp remarks, and the way she keeps finding excuses to schedule unnecessary meetings at the prosecutor's office. It's infuriating, really, or at least that's what Becky keeps telling herself when her heart rate picks up every time that business card gets another call. But lately, something's been shifting in ways Becky doesn't want to examine too closely. When Freen doesn't show up for their scheduled appointments, Becky finds herself staring at the clock and wondering where the blonde troublemaker could be. And when those mischievous eyes meet hers across the courtroom or conference table, Becky starts to wonder if maybe-just maybe-this constant battle of wills isn't as unwelcome as she's been pretending. What happens when the prosecutor realizes that all this attention from her favorite pain-in-the-ass officer might be exactly what she's been craving all along? And what's she supposed to do when she starts feeling things that could get them both in serious professional trouble?

Freen is a single mother navigating the wreckage left by her ex-husband Seng-a man who taught her how easily love can be weaponized. She's rebuilding her life piece by piece, not looking for romance, just a moment to breathe. Becky Armstrong is a high-powered corporate lawyer with a reputation for being untouchable-brilliant, beautiful, and emotionally unavailable. Love is a liability, and children are a complication she's sworn to avoid. When their paths cross at a club-one woman trying to forget, the other trying not to feel-they don't expect sparks. But something shifts. A glance. A drink. A challenge neither of them saw coming. BeckFreen!!!

Freen Sarocha Chakminha didn't believe in love anymore. Not the kind that stayed. Not the kind that healed. She believed in control, in silence, in the armor she'd built from betrayal and ambition. Love was a transaction. Touch was temporary. And people-people always wanted something. Until the girl showed up at her door. Rain-soaked, trembling, eyes wide with heartbreak and hope. Rebecca Armstrong. Pregnant. Homeless. Carrying the child of Freen's brother-the same brother who vanished with her money and left chaos in his wake. Freen should have turned her away. She almost did. But something in Becky's voice-raw, unfiltered, painfully honest-cut through the walls Freen had spent years fortifying. She let her in. Not just into her house. Into her life. Into the quiet spaces she never let anyone see. And slowly, without permission, Becky began to unravel her. Not with grand gestures. But with soup and silence. With late-night study sessions and soft laughter. With the kind of love that didn't demand-but stayed. This isn't a story about perfect people. It's a story about broken ones who chose each other anyway. About fire inherited not from blood, but from survival. And how sometimes, the coldest hearts burn the brightest-when someone finally sees them.

Freen and Becky's whirlwind romance was all passion and promise - until real life crept in. Fights replaced kisses, silence replaced laughter. When Becky walks out and her father secretly sends divorce papers, Freen thinks it's over. But love has its own way of fighting back. Becky decides to leave everything behind, Freen has one final shot to change everything... right at the airport gate. This is their story - messy, loud, imperfect... and utterly unforgettable. Some love stories don't need to be perfect. Just real. -------------------------------------------------- Girls Love Story. No GIP❌ Note: It's all fiction.

A Freenbecky story - Freen Sarocha Chankhima, a 27-year-old neurosurgeon, has dedicated her life to her career. After a successful week in New York, where she was invited to give a lecture at one of the most prestigious hospitals in the United States, she boards a flight back to Thailand, eager to return home. At the bustling airport, fate intervenes when she quite literally collides with Rebecca Patrícia Armstrong, a 24-year-old Britsh-Thai journalist. Becky, sharp-minded and full of curiosity, is on her way to England to visit her family for two weeks. In that fleeting moment of impact-eyes locking, hands briefly touching-something unexplainable stirs within both of them. As days pass, neither can shake the memory of their encounter. Freen, usually logical and composed, finds herself distracted by thoughts of the enchanting journalist. Becky, always chasing stories, now finds herself caught in one of her own-one she never expected. Are they merely drawn to each other by the intensity of the moment, or is this something deeper? Love at first sight or just an unshakable attraction? With thousands of miles between them and lives rooted in different worlds, will destiny give them another chance to meet? A story of serendipity, longing, and the undeniable pull of two souls meant to intertwine. .... Cover made by Cátia Costa - https://www.wattpad.com/user/CatiaDCCosta_