Becky's father has cancer and the Armstrong's are in need of money for his medical treatments. So Becky pays a visit to an old family friend, Freen, and asks for a loan. Freen offers to pay all the expenses of her fathers sickness and even more, all in one condition, that she marries her. Trigger warning: this story is 18+ read it for your own risk. This story also contains G!P Freen (Adaptation)

After a high-profile case ends in blood and regret, Detective Ariane Vale is placed on forced leave and sent to the isolated town of Nerehill-a fog-shrouded coastal village known for its silence and superstition. What was meant to be a break from trauma becomes something far stranger when the detective crosses paths with the "Cursed lady", a beautiful, enigmatic woman whispered about by locals... a woman they believe brings death to anyone who loves her. But Jasmine's curse isn't just a myth. People close to her die-always. When a local girl turns up missing and strange symbols begin appearing across the cliffs, Ariane's instincts kick in. Despite warnings to stay away, she's drawn to both the mystery and to Jasmine herself. As more secrets unravel, she realizes that Nerehill is hiding more than curses-it's hiding a crime that was never solved, and someone will kill again to keep it buried. And in the middle of it all stands Jasmine-either the key to the truth, or the next victim of it. Are you guys ready in a roller coaster ride adventure of solving mystery with Ariane and Jasmine?

In Bangkok's criminal underworld, two rival mafia heirs-ice-cold strategist Freen Chankimha and reckless firebrand Becky Armstrong-are forced into an arranged marriage to unite their warring families. Bound by duty, fueled by years of hatred, and haunted by a violent past, their shared villa becomes a battlefield... and the first spark of something far more dangerous. Freen G!p

Hi, guys! This is a converted story. The freenbecky pic in the cover inspired me to rewrite this amazing story. All credits go to the author, esdiferente. If you don't like converted stories, please don't read it. But if you do, please enjoy! :) Oh, I changed the title and the cover photo from the first one I posted 'cause I think it suits the story better. Anyway, let's start. Former British Army sergeant Freen Sarocha has been given the responsibility to safeguard the life of Rebecca Armstrong, an attractive, self-sufficient arms trader who is constantly in danger due to the risky nature of her profession. Freen's main priority is to stay by her side in order to ensure her safety, however, this proximity may also ignite the simmering attraction between them, potentially leading to a fiery outburst of passion at any given moment.

She wanted to win. She ended up losing her mind instead. At university, Freen and Becky are known as fierce academic rivals-both brilliant, both unstoppable, and both desperate to stay on top. But behind Freen's cold eyes lies an obsession she's buried for years-an obsession named Becky. Every exam, every victory, every smirk hides the truth: Freen doesn't want to defeat Becky. She wants her. Needs her. Own her. But Becky isn't innocent either. Her room is filled with secrets-pictures, journals, and memories of a girl she claims to hate. As the line between rivalry and desire blurs, one truth becomes undeniable: This isn't love. It's control. And someone is about to lose it. A dark GL obsession tale where hatred is just love in disguise...*

Freen Freen is a strong-willed, emotionally resilient woman shaped by loss, betrayal, and solitude. At 18, she lost her mother to a heart attack-a tragedy that left her feeling abandoned and deeply hollow. Her father, cold and arrogant, showed no real grief and quickly announced his plans to remarry. Though he never treated Freen poorly on the surface, his callous behavior toward her mother had long fostered silent resentment in Freen's heart. Becky Becky is a soft-hearted yet quietly enduring young woman whose life has been marked by tragic loss and emotional betrayal. At 12, she lost her biological father, a loss that fractured her world and left a lasting ache in her heart. Her mother-a driven and successful businesswoman-became her anchor. When Becky turned 18, her mother announced plans to remarry, not for love, but as part of a strategic business alliance. Becky hesitated at first but ultimately agreed, hoping the marriage would bring stability and perhaps even fill the void her late father had left behind. Her new stepfather was none other than Freen's father-a powerful, prideful man with an intimidating presence. Her connection to Freen-her stepsister by marriage-will unfold with tension, misunderstanding, and ultimately, a healing love that neither of them saw coming. FREEN (G ! P) 🔞

"Don't please I beg you..." Becky said while she was trying to avoid punch and kick of the man "this is your fault ! You bitch Didn't I tell you not to wear such clothes?!" The man once said and slap becky that almost makes her black out. becky did not speak she just endure all the pain the man giving to her. Instead, she prayed that someone would rescue her from this hell until she fainted and everything went black.

Freen Chankimha was once at the top of her game, an elite athlete living under stadium lights and pressure so high it burned through everything, including her relationship. Now sidelined by injury and exiled back to Bangkok, Freen returns to a city that doesn't quite feel like home anymore, dragging her fractured pride and a healing shoulders behind her. She isn't looking to reconnect. Especially not with the past. But a chance encounter in a hospital hallway cracks open a door she thought she'd slammed shut forever. Bangkok's heat isn't the only thing rising. With old emotions resurfacing and secrets creeping close, Freen must navigate a place filled with ghosts, headlines, and the one person who once knew her best and might still hold the power to undo her.

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

The Bangkok skyline shimmered like a promise, its lights painting the night in gold and silver. From the 30th floor of their hotel suite, Rebecca Armstrong-Becky to the world-pressed her forehead against the cool glass, her breath fogging the window. Below, the city pulsed with life, oblivious to the storm brewing in her chest. Her heart raced, not from excitement but from the familiar grip of anxiety, whispering that she was one misstep from losing everything. Across the room, Sarocha Chankimha-Freen, her anchor, her co-star, her everything-hummed softly, sprawled on the couch with a script in hand. Her laughter, bright as ever, had carried them through countless late nights, but tonight, it felt distant. A new name lingered in the air between them: Prae, the co-star whose easy charm and knowing smiles had slipped into their orbit like a thief. Becky's phone buzzed on the table, X notifications piling up with hashtags-#FreenBecky, #Uranus2324, and, increasingly, #FreenPrae. Each one was a needle, pricking at her fragile calm. "P'Freen," Becky murmured, her voice barely audible. "Do you ever feel like... it's all too much?" Freen looked up, her eyes softening. "All the time, nong. But we've got each other, right?" She patted the couch, an invitation. Becky wanted to believe it. She wanted to cross the room, curl up beside Freen, and let the world fade. But the weight of their fame, the whispers of a solo project pulling Freen away, and the shadow of her own fears held her back. She forced a smile, nodding, even as her mind screamed: What if I'm not enough to keep you? Outside, a star flickered, faint against the city's glow. Becky made a silent wish, not for fame or glory, but for the strength to hold on-to Freen, to herself, to the love they'd built beneath the lights. But wishes were fragile, and the night was long. A storm was coming, and neither of them was ready.