Torture she doesn't dare speak of. Brutally mutilated corpses, left behind by a heartless monster. A gruesome game of life and death-and she decides who wins... A serial killer is terrorizing Bangkok, leaving fear and devastation in her wake. Reports of a ruthless monster, responsible for countless murders, dominate the media. The perpetrator is still at large, but the death toll continues to rise. Becky Armstrong is a trained serial killer. Cold. Ruthless. At least, that's what she thought-until Freen Sarocha opened the door. Freen Sarocha is the epitome of peace. The kind-hearted waitress has no idea who stands before her-and even less that their first encounter will awaken Becky's darkest desires. Freen is everything Atlas has ever wanted. And she wants her. At any cost. Will Freen escape her darkness? Or will she succumb to a deadly lie? _____________________________________________ ⚠️Warnings!⚠️: The story contains violent content, bloody scenes, and sensitive themes for some users. 18+ content. ⚠️ADULTS ONLY⚠️ ⚠️Becky (GIP) ⚠️ This story is originally mine; all credits are on this profile

This story explores how the right person can transform even the coldest heart. It delves into themes of inner beauty, healing, and the power of love to bridge even the widest gaps.

It's just a contract," she said. But she never warned me contracts could come with collars. When struggling fashion designer Becky Armstrong signs a one-year marriage deal with Bangkok's coldest CEO, Freen Sarocha, she thinks she's trading freedom for survival. What she doesn't expect is the control. The rules. The way Freen's eyes burn through silk and secrets alike. Or the way every kiss in public starts to feel dangerously real behind closed doors. But fake love comes at a price-and in this world of glass offices, jealousy games, and whispered moans under expensive sheets, someone always pays in more than just money. As loyalty tangles with lust and old scars resurface, Becky must decide: Is she falling for the woman behind the contract... or just breaking under her terms? A dark, seductive slow-burn filled with fake vows, power play, and dangerously real obsession. > Fake marriage was the easy part. Surviving her touch is another story.

During a night out, Freen, the daughter and heir of a conglomerate awakens a part of herself when she locks eyes with a young physics professor, Becky. They fall HARD and FAST before realising all the obstacles that prevent them from being together. Becky begins to discover long held family secrets while Freen works to save her family business when they find themselves at a crossroads that calls for them to seek each others help. Is it lust? Is it love? Or is it destiny? What is their fortune? Find out inside! [Update Every Weekday, 6pm UK Time]

Freen sarocha chankimha who's in school, loves shooting and is in cheer team. she's the queen bee of the school Lives with her father as her mother passed away when she was 13 months old Becky Armstrong who's in the same school as freen, is not so popular. has two friends Nop and Yuki. Becky used to hate freen but what made Becky fall for her? they meet eachother in lots of circumstances... becky's mom asked to take care of Freen by her Father turns out they go to the same school will they be able to befriend eachother? where will their feelings lead them? (#525 in girlxgirl - 29-05-23) (#54 in girlxgirl - 01-06-2023) * A freen becky converted fanfic i don't own the story i just converted it into freen becky *

Sam and Mon's family life. No drama this time, their pre-marital life is full of it already. P.S. - GAP the Series in not mine nor the characters. Just making an AU about how i wanted the next chapter of their lives will be. Please respect!

It's been over 7 years since Freen came back to Bangkok. She lost everthing due to her fight against depression, even her lover. She's ready to get her life back on track and have a fresh start after 7 years of hard work on herself. But everything changes the moment a wedding cart entered her mailbox. { Becky Rebecca Armstrong & Nop } 'That's... that's her- her name, right? Or I'm a seeing things?' 'She's getting married?!'