Rebecca Armstrong has always lived a charmed life where she was pampered, adored, and effortlessly the center of attention. At twenty-one, she's never once had to chase anyone's interest... until the day she comes home and meets her brother's new business partner. Sarocha Chamkimha is everything Rebecca isn't: elegant, controlled, and intimidatingly composed. At thirty-two, she has perfected the art of keeping people at a distance. And unlike everyone else in Rebecca's world, she doesn't melt under a bright smile or playful charm. She barely looks at her. That single indifference changes everything. Suddenly, Rebecca finds herself drawn to the one woman who seems completely unaffected by her. And Sarocha, despite her icy professionalism, begins to see through the sparkly exterior to the sincerity and warmth underneath. As the family's business expansion pulls them closer and as feelings Rebecca never expected deepen, both women must decide whether to resist the growing tension between them... or surrender to something neither of them planned for.

Revenge - To make them pay. But everything becomes complicated the moment she meets Rebecca - Beautiful, stubborn, and completely unaware of the sins her family committed. Rebecca was supposed to be nothing more than a weapon in Freen's carefully planned revenge. A way to break the family that ruined her life. Instead, she becomes Freen's dangerous obsession. What begins as manipulation slowly turns into something darker... something possessive - Freen should destroy Rebecca. She should use her, break her, and finish the revenge she waited years for. But the deeper Rebecca falls into Freen's world, the more Freen realizes one terrifying truth - She no longer wants revenge - She wants Rebecca. And in the world of the mafia, devotion can be far more dangerous than hate. 🖤

'How dare you to touch my wife"freen yelled On men while punching on his jaw nonstop! "Please stop this " Rebecca said crying.freen didn't listen her, she was really Angry at that man . "You have no rights to do this for me freen" Rebecca said and this make freen stop fighting . She staring at Becky as may she heard it wrong. "What did you say" freen asked. "We are only married in papers , freen. You Don't get to fighting for me like that . Stop this now ! Rebecca Said yelling. While crying .. Let's see what happens between them , that they are speaking of rights on each other .. It's my very first story. It's a Gip freenbecky English is not my first language.. so I apologize For grammar mistakes.. #wattpad #freenbecky

He lost his heart on first sight when she was bride of someone else... Fate made her a Widow... He forward his hand to give a new life to her... How she becomes his world??? How he becomes her world??? How she accepts the new remarried life and accept his love??? In this storytelling Freen(man) #Freenbeacky

Synopsis: Three years ago, Becky and Freen were more than partners-they were lovers who trusted each other with their lives. They were both detectives, sharp and fearless, known for closing cases no one else could solve. Then everything broke. A case went wrong. A suspect escaped. Someone got hurt. Freen made a decision alone-one that protected Becky's career but destroyed their relationship. She never explained. She just walked away. Becky was left with unanswered questions, heartbreak, and anger that never faded. Three years later, a serial killer appears in the city. The victims are carefully chosen. Each murder follows a pattern-ritualistic, intelligent, personal. The media calls the killer "The Watcher." The case is dangerous. Sensitive. High-profile. Only two detectives are good enough for it. What will happen when the two of them meet again? Will they be able to catch the killer? Or will they be able to solve their unfinished business? ------------------------------------------------- Author's note: Freen will be G!P here :))

"What else is there to do? When my words of love wasn't enough?"-Freen

Freen Sarocha chankimha Profesor at Rangsit Uni, 25 years old rich Becky Armstrong student at Rangsit uni 20 years old Prof x student

Freen is a single mother navigating the wreckage left by her ex-husband Seng-a man who taught her how easily love can be weaponized. She's rebuilding her life piece by piece, not looking for romance, just a moment to breathe. Becky Armstrong is a high-powered corporate lawyer with a reputation for being untouchable-brilliant, beautiful, and emotionally unavailable. Love is a liability, and children are a complication she's sworn to avoid. When their paths cross at a club-one woman trying to forget, the other trying not to feel-they don't expect sparks. But something shifts. A glance. A drink. A challenge neither of them saw coming. BeckFreen!!!

Sarocha Chankimha, only daughter of Francis Chankimha. The Father who seemed to be abusive? While Rebecca Patricia Armstrong had a perfect life, being so "Princess-syy" and all. But got arranged at a marriage. Will they be destined to ever see each other? Will they know each other? Let's find out then? ⚠️contains some violent reactions ⚠️ ⚠️G!pxgirl ⚠️

Freen Sarocha Chakminha didn't believe in love anymore. Not the kind that stayed. Not the kind that healed. She believed in control, in silence, in the armor she'd built from betrayal and ambition. Love was a transaction. Touch was temporary. And people-people always wanted something. Until the girl showed up at her door. Rain-soaked, trembling, eyes wide with heartbreak and hope. Rebecca Armstrong. Pregnant. Homeless. Carrying the child of Freen's brother-the same brother who vanished with her money and left chaos in his wake. Freen should have turned her away. She almost did. But something in Becky's voice-raw, unfiltered, painfully honest-cut through the walls Freen had spent years fortifying. She let her in. Not just into her house. Into her life. Into the quiet spaces she never let anyone see. And slowly, without permission, Becky began to unravel her. Not with grand gestures. But with soup and silence. With late-night study sessions and soft laughter. With the kind of love that didn't demand-but stayed. This isn't a story about perfect people. It's a story about broken ones who chose each other anyway. About fire inherited not from blood, but from survival. And how sometimes, the coldest hearts burn the brightest-when someone finally sees them.