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.

(Psychological thriller) CONTINUATION OF ONE SHOT "SINFUL NIGHT" Sarocha "Freen" Chankimha-Austin, a young lonely married lady, encountered a one night stand with Rebecca "Becky" Patricia Armstrong, who is also married. Convincing herself that her fleeting infidelity was a momentary mistake, she moves on despite the undeniable attraction she felt. Little does she know, Becky's brewing obsession with her is going to turn her world upside down. WARNING: Toxic/Red flag Becky, graphic sexual themes and extramarital affairs.

Becky padded into the kitchen, hair still tangled from sleep, wearing nothing but Freen's oversized black hoodie that stopped just below her thighs. "Morning," she mumbled, eyes on the steaming mug already waiting. But instead of handing it to her, Freen leaned against the counter, a slow smirk tugging at her lips. "Earn it first," she whispered, fingers already sliding beneath the hem of the hoodie. Becky's breath caught. "F-Freen-" "Shhh." A finger grazed her lips. "Just be good and lean back." The counter was cold against her back. Freen's hand was warm and steady. Becky forgot all about the coffee. --- Description: Becky Armstrong talks fast, thinks faster, and doesn't let anyone see her cracks. As a final-year law student with a sharp tongue and a sharper wit, she thrives on ambition, late-night caffeine, and proving she's nothing like the brother she's always compared to. But when she stumbles into a serene café tucked behind ivy walls, she meets the one woman her charm can't quite disarm. Freen Sarocha is all stillness and subtle control - a Harvard graduate who made her first billion by 26 and then, to everyone's shock, walked away. Now half-retired, she runs a quiet café and wants nothing more than peace... until a storm named Becky starts showing up with half-baked legal theories and a mouth she doesn't know how to shut. Freen doesn't usually take risks. Becky doesn't usually fall first. But there's something about silent touches and slow lattes that begins to unravel both of them. No fights. No drama. Just soft worship, whispered affirmations, and a love so steady it feels like coming home - one stolen moment at a time. ---

Freen stiffened in her seat. A faint buzz suddenly pulsed beneath her-something hidden, electric, impossible to ignore. "Rebecca..." she whispered, low enough only one person could hear. Becky didn't look at her. Didn't flinch.Just propped her chin on her knuckles, eyes lazily scanning the screen as the twelfth department head droned on about Quaterly projections. The buzzing grew stronger-deliberate, calculated. "You're insane," Freen hissed under her breath. Becky's lips curled into the faintest smirk. "You're still quiet, Ms. Sarocha. I'm impressed." Heat rushed to Freen's face as another department head called her name for input. She cleared her throat, adjusted in her seat, and forced a smile. "Marketing is... aligned with projections,"she said, voice steady, thighs trembling. Becky finally glanced at her-hazel eyes sharp, amused. And Freen realized something terrifying. This woman was going to ruin her. Slowly. Silently. Completely. --- Rebecca Patricia Armstrong has everything, power, wealth, and an empire at her feet. At just twenty-four, she's the youngest CEO in Armstrong Industries' history. Cold, composed, and untouchable, Becky doesn't waste time on distractions. Until she sees Freen Sarocha. Freen, the quietly brilliant head of marketing, comes from a world miles apart from Becky's. At twenty-six, she's all soft edges, kind eyes, and quiet strength-the type who slips into rooms unnoticed, but never leaves without being remembered. She wasn't meant to stand out. Becky wasn't meant to care. But one stolen glance, and everything changes. In a world of boardrooms, coffee breaks, and late-night strategies, Becky finds herself unraveling for someone who has no idea the storm she's stirred. This isn't a battle of power. It's a slow-burn pull. And Becky's about to learn, being strong doesn't mean being immune to softness.

I'm BECKY Rebecca ARMSTRONG.I'm 22 year old, is a Famous Painter!.. but MY parents are Rich CEO of ARMSTRONG Corporation.. ****************** what if one day out of blue, your Dad said you to marry someone you don't even know! What will happen? will you marry to that Ms. unknown or you will decline your dad's word.. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "We should sleep now" "why?" "mom said that we should sleep together?", "and why is that?" "cause she tell after we both will sleep, something will happen after 9 months" Chocking on my drink, I stare at her disbelief who was staring me innocently... "WHATTTT?" And that's how my life took a turn....

In the heart of Bangkok, where power is currency and secrets are more dangerous than bullets, two women are about to ignite a war of obsession, desire, and control. Freen Sarocha Chankimha, the icy CEO of Ninetytwo, built her empire with ruthless precision. On the surface, she's untouchable-feared by competitors, revered by her staff, and adored by the press. But beneath the polished exterior lies a secret she guards fiercely: the face of a woman she can't forget. A brief encounter at a gala months ago left Freen haunted by dark eyes, a scarred brow, and the scent of rain and roses. Since that night, she's searched in silence, consumed by an obsession she doesn't understand-and cannot escape. What Freen doesn't know is that she's already playing someone else's game. Becky Armstrong or known as Rebecca is no stranger to obsession. As the enigmatic leader of Thailand's most feared underground syndicate, she has built a legacy from shadows and blood. Cold, calculated, and always in control-until the night a stranger shielded her in the rain and then disappeared into the crowd. That woman was Freen. And Becky never let her go. Now, Freen's obsession has led her straight into Becky's sights. But Becky isn't ready to claim her prize-not yet. She wants to see how far Freen will indulge in hunger. How deep she'll let herself sink into the chase. Because Freen thinks she's chasing a ghost. But in truth? She's already been caught in the web made by HER.

FreenBecky vampire x human love story. Freen Sarocha dreams of stardom, not soulmates. When she enters the dazzling but demanding world of Cielor, her focus is set-on hard work, rising fame, and a fresh start. But fate has its own script. One glance, one breath, and everything shifts. Rebecca Armstrong, a centuries-old vampire, has long resigned herself to eternal solitude. Duty, time, and heartbreak have dulled her hope-until she crosses paths with Freen. The connection is instant, electric, and utterly undeniable. Drawn together by forces neither fully understands, Freen and Becky must navigate the tangled web of supernatural truths, fame's bright glare, and the inescapable pull of destiny. In a world that tests their limits, love might be their most dangerous choice. ⚠️Becky g!p⚠️ This story contains g!p character so if you feel uncomfortable then it's not your cup of tea. #1 Beckfreen (20/4) #1 Freensarocha (21/4)

Freen sat on the throne like a goddess of war - lazy, legs parted, hand beckoning. "Up," she ordered, voice hoarse. "I need to taste what a hero tastes like." "Fuck, you taste like victory," Becky whispered. _______________ Can love blossom in a world of darkness and eternal night? Will Becky become another pawn in Freen's ruthless game, or will she conquer the queen's cold heart and rewrite their destinies? •Warning BDSM SUBMISSIVE/ DOMINANT SMUT © 2024 Ifyoucouldhealme (All Rights Reserved)

Some stories don't need a name. Just two hearts finding their way. When Becky's world falls apart-her fiancé cheating with her cousin, her future unraveling in a single moment-she doesn't expect the quietest person in the room to become her loudest support. Freen has always admired Becky from a distance. Confident, driven, and untouchable... until now. One night, one unexpected act of kindness, and a twist of fate pull them into a connection neither of them saw coming. As Becky faces an unplanned pregnancy and a future she never imagined, Freen stays by her side-not as a savior, but as something deeper. Something real. Through stolen glances, late-night talks, and unspoken moments, the lines between friendship and something more begin to blur. This isn't a love story with grand gestures or perfect timing. It's about choosing someone when it matters most. Even if you don't have the right words for it yet.

Freen and Becky - two lawyers, two women from completely different worlds. Becky, strong, independent, and scarred by her past, struggles to trust in love. Her professional life is full of success, but privately, she still battles the ghosts of old traumas. Freen, full of energy and open to the world, faces a crisis that shakes everything she once believed about love. The betrayal she uncovers shatters her world, testing the very foundation of what she thought was a secure relationship. Their paths begin to intertwine in the most unexpected way at a time that will surprise them both. Both women, wounded by their pasts, have built walls around themselves that they refuse to let anyone cross. But sometimes, to open the door to a new life, you must first confront what you've kept locked inside. Will they be able to tear down the walls they've constructed to let real closeness in? And will the love that begins to blossom between them survive in a world full of secrets? Aut.note I got the idea for such a book while watching the latest series about lawyers and I thought that maybe something on this topic would be interesting🤔