Freen Sarocha Chankimha was born to rule the world. Cold. Beautiful. Untouchable. Until one accident turned the 20-year-old heiress into a 5-year-old girl trapped inside her own perfect body. Now she's 28, still clapping when she's happy and crying for ice cream at 3 a.m. Her parents are dying. The empire needs an heir. So they hire the only therapist crazy enough to take the job; Rebecca Armstrong. Sunshine smile. Gentle hands. And the daughter of the man who destroyed Freen's life. She says she's here to heal her. But some little girls were never meant to grow up. Will Becky save Mr. Innocent... or finally finish what her father started? --- Freen G!p ---

Contains mature scenes. Read only if you are 18+. Please back off if you feel uncomfortable. Readers discretion advised 🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞 -------------------------------------------------- Girls Love Story. No GIP❌ Note: It's all fiction.

Freen was a strikingly beautiful and formidable woman, confident in her success, until an existential crisis prompted her to question her very being. In contrast, Becky exuded warmth and joy but found herself vulnerable and seeking solace amid challenging circumstances. When their paths crossed, an unexpected agreement emerged, one that would irrevocably transform their lives in unimaginable ways. ------------------------------------ This is my original story on AO3 and I decided to put this on WattPad. It's my first time, so please go easy on me. Thank you and I hope you enjoy this fic.

✦ LISA MANOBAN Creative Director. Controlled Chaos. The one who left first - or maybe just the one who didn't beg to stay. Black suit. Wristwatch sharp enough to draw blood. Her hair tied back, like she doesn't have time for softness anymore. There's something about Lisa now - more composed, more ruthless, more... unreadable. Because Lisa learned the hard way: love that isn't protected, is taken. And she's not in the business of losing anymore. ✦ JENNIE RUBY JANE Global Brand Ambassador. Perfect Fiancée. The one who stayed - and kept waiting. Jennie knows how to walk into a room and make silence flirt with her. Her love story with Lisa wasn't soft. It was messy. Public, then private, then gone. No closure. Just distance. Just silence. The kind that becomes part of your bloodstream. She tells herself she's over it. That seeing Lisa again doesn't mean anything. But then Lisa walks in - cold, unreadable - And Jennie forgets how to smile without pain in her teeth. Because she never stopped wanting the one person who taught her how to want more.

Freen lived a quiet life in a small house, caring for her old parents and younger sister. Intersex, poor, and busy surviving..love was a luxury she couldn't afford. Becky, daughter of one of Thailand's richest families, had never loved a girl before. Never needed to. Until she met Freen-kind, real, different. They shared secret nights. One mistake changed everything. Becky got pregnant. Her world collapsed. Ashamed and scared, she turned on Freen. "You ruined my life," she spat, tears falling. "I should've never met you." Freen didn't argue. Just stood there, silent, heart breaking. Becky left.

The scent hits first. Dark rose, white pepper, and something sharp underneath - like cold metal at midnight. Jennie Ruby Jane walks through the glass doors of Kim Corp's headquarters, and time bends. Staff straighten up. Conversations drop mid-sentence. She doesn't look at anyone. She never needs to. Her heels click against imported marble as if announcing a verdict, not an arrival. Her face is unreadable - not emotionless, just carefully engineered. As perfect and untouchable as the perfume empire she built from scratch. Jennie is not warm. She is gravity in a black suit. ⸻ On the 28th floor, Lisa hears the footsteps before she sees her. Always five minutes early. Always in black. Always smelling like heartbreak in a bottle. Lisa turns slightly, pretending to read the numbers on her iPad. Her fingers hover above the screen, frozen. Don't look like you've loved her for years. Jennie walks past her. Doesn't speak. Just pauses for a half-second - enough to flick her gaze toward Lisa's direction - then disappears into the corner office. Lisa doesn't breathe until the door closes. ⸻ It's been 4 years. 4 promotions. Hundreds of sleepless nights building the very campaigns that made Jennie Kim ahousehold name across Southeast Asia. Lisa is the youngest Marketing Director in company history. She's sharp, strategic, respected. Instead, she's exhausted - from carrying numbers on her back by day and emotions on her chest by night. Jennie never touches her. Never says her name unless necessary. Never lets her get too close. But somehow... never quite lets her go, either. ⸻ Rosé says Lisa's addicted to the pain. Jisoo just calls it career suicide in slow motion. Lisa doesn't answer either of them. She just keeps showing up. Keeps designing campaigns around the way Jennie moves. Keeps writing scent descriptions that read more like love letters. Keeps pretending her chest doesn't ache every time Jennie smiles - just slightly - at someone who isn't her

Becky chased the truth. Now the shadows chase her. Freen holds power like a blade, cold, unyielding, ready to ruin whatever stands in her way. Mercy is a lie. Pain is the price. When they come face to face, who will break and who will rise from the ashes?

Freen Sarocha Chankimka was wild, careless, and always in trouble. Money, status, even her parents' scolding couldn't change her. But then came Becky Armstrong-smart, fearless, and the only one who stood against her. What started as teasing turned into something deeper, something neither of them expected-love. They shared a room, a life, a dream. Until one decision broke them apart. Becky left. The baby stayed. And Freen was left standing at the edge of everything she once ran from. How does a girl who never cared about tomorrow suddenly become someone's whole world? How does a reckless lover turn into a Daddy? This is their story. A story of mistakes, choices, and the fragile thread of love that refuses to break. --- Note: This story is inspired by a movie idea, but told in my own way with Freen and Becky. --- Freen G!p

"Becky slid her panties off first. She was neatly trimmed, but not like that many people had seen her down there, so she probably wasn't as neat as Freen must have been used to. Becky knew she had reached a new low. She felt like shit. She slowly reached around and unhooked her bra, and it dropped to the floor. Freen stood there gazing over her perfect body. Her dick was growing down the side of her leg, dying to break free from her pants. Becky's boobs were the perfect size for her. She was definitely busty, but they weren't too oversized. Her tiny waist was toned, and she had a small butterfly tattoo on her left pelvic bone. Her hips were wider than many of the skinny girls Freen had been with, and that made her even more exotic to her. She had a shape that reminded her of the old pin ups in the fifties that her father used to have hanging in his office. But Freen had to get her mind straight. She was a business woman, first and foremost." G!P Freen --- I do not own this story, this is only converted---

Freen Sarocha Chankimha and Rebecca Armstrong are soulmates-and married. Yet, there is no love between them. Forced into marriage by their families and the rigid rules of society, they have been living a lie, trapped in a web of duty and expectations. Rebecca has always been in love with her best friend Irin, who seemed to return her feelings-or so she believed. Freen, an omega wolf with a quiet strength and a touch of masculinity, has loved Rebecca from the very beginning, long before they even discovered they were fated mates. But Rebecca's constant rejection of both her and their bond is slowly destroying her. After four years of a hollow marriage, Freen's body and spirit are nearing their breaking point. With an omega who is fading fast, will Rebecca finally let go of the illusions she's been clinging to and open her heart? Or will Freen be forced to save herself by walking away from the pain of a love that was never returned? Perhaps this time, the Moon Goddess made a mistake. For how can fire and water ever blend, when one is destined to consume the other? ⚠️this story is not mine, I just adapted it to Beckfreen fanfic credit goes to original author @TaeTanGukks⚠️ ⚠️BECKY G!P⚠️