Rebecca "Becky" Armstrong, a famous young actress, and "Freen" Sarocha Chankimha, a fiercely ambitious architect, share a love that once burned brightly. But as their careers pull them in opposite directions, their marriage is tested by unspoken fears, insecurities, and the crushing weight of expectations. Freen battles the ache of feeling unworthy of Becky's love, while Becky longs for the connection and intimacy they've lost. With media scrutiny and personal doubts threatening to tear them apart, they face an agonizing question: Can their love survive the distance, or will their once-unbreakable bond shatter beyond repair? ---- This is my first original story, and of course it's a fanfiction. None of this is real-it all exists only in my imagination. ---- ((This story contains heavy angst, slow burn and mature content. Reader discretion is advised))

We were a secret. Now she's a wife. Some loves don't end - they just learn how to hurt quietly.

Freen rejected her once. Becky never forgot. Three years later, an arranged marriage ties them together because of a family promise neither of them agreed to. Becky accepts the wedding - not for love, but for closure... or maybe revenge. She doesn't want Freen's heart anymore. She wants her regret. But the closer they get, the harder it becomes to tell the difference between revenge and desire. And some vows are harder to break than hearts. hope you guys enjoy it 😄 beckfreen top Becky g!p By-ykyashu 🌸

"..you will look good on my camera, striped to nothing but truth.." ".. I'm not a p*rnstar!.." Becky hissed at the lady Infront of her, who looked like goddess of sin. This isn't a story about falling in love, It's about burning desire.. its about.... Craving like air. Lust like dripping honey. Whispers that echo. Hands that worship. Pleasure like ache. A Body not just to capture in to a lense.. But a soul to be expose bare. Rebecca Armstrong A girl who lived by rules - soft flower waiting to bloom. Too pure to be pulled into velvet ropes, bare rooms, burning eyes. a girl who was never meant to be anyone's muse. Until she met the one who filmed sin like art. Becky was Too gentle for the world Freen sarocha lived in. And yet... she followed. Freen doesn't make films for pleasure. She captures the ache beneath skin. Craving. Power. Helplessness. The beauty of surrender - not forced, but willingly offered. Freen's camera doesn't just undress bodies,It exposes souls. And in that darkness, something bloomed. Something dangerous. Something holy. Love

Freen Sarocha Chankimha - born from royal blood, a lawyer and a powerful businesswoman. Cold-hearted, calm, and someone who never believed in love at first sight. She is forcefully engaged to Billy by her grandmother because of the family will. As the heir of Chamkihan Holdings, Freen only has two people she truly calls family: her mother and her strict grandmother. Rebecca Patricia Armstrong - a self-made businesswoman. Elegant, lovely, breathtakingly beautiful. A woman who can make both men and women fall in love with her. She comes from a warm, supportive family that adores her. Two great families - Chamkihan and Armstrong - collide while fighting for the same major business contract. Freen steps in as the CEO of Chamkihan, and Richie, Rebecca's brother, represents Armstrong. Rebecca stands by his side during the negotiation. When Freen's eyes land on Rebecca, the woman smiles. Freen simply nods... but in her heart she whispers, "She looks incredibly beautiful when she smiles." Then, an unexpected accident ties their paths together in a way no one saw coming. Is it fate? Is it love? Or something more dangerous? And the biggest question of all- Will Freen's grandmother ever accept that the heir of the family might fall in love... with someone of the same gender?

# Prologue The warehouse echoed with hushed voices and the scrape of footsteps on concrete. Rebecca Patricia Armstrong pressed herself against the cold metal of a shipping container, her white cane clutched tight. She'd taken a wrong turn in the maze of industrial buildings, searching for the address her friend had given her. "You betrayed us, Billy." The voice was cultured, educated-so familiar yet she couldn't place it. "Please, I can explain-" The gunshot cracked through the air like thunder. Rebecca's breath caught. She heard the heavy thud of a body hitting the floor, then measured footsteps approaching her hiding place. She had to run.

She is just a stripper. But to her, she is not. Converted Fanfiction - Credit goes to the original author!!!

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.

They got married because of their personalities... How did that happen? Becky and Freen's parents thought of marrying them off to each other because of their personalities. Their parents are close friends, so they readily agreed to the marriage, as they were fed up with dealing with their kids' antics. Is there hope that they'll fall in love with each other? Or will they continue to dislike each other and just pretend that they didn't got married, going about their separate lives as usual?

Becky's the boss. Freen's the employee. HR left the chat. -------------------------------------------------- Girls Love Story. No GIP❌ Note: It's all fiction.