Do I really understand all the pain, all the cause of her insecurities? Have I been on her shoes? Am I selfish when I push too much and ignore all of her feelings? Have I ever asked her and tried to talk about it? Freen, I miss you. Please come back. The feeling of losing someone we love the most, we need the most, we appreciate the most. Does she love me? Does she need me? I'm not sure anymore. She might not love me anymore. She surely doesn't need me.

"You need to marry her, whether you like it or not" "but I don't love her" "Only for 5 months" 'I hate this life' Happy or Sad ending?

Freen is a serious badass femme fatale who's given up on love. That is until Becky forcefully pops into her life. However, with her own skeletons, will Freen be able to look past them? This is a lusty bundle of fun that I write just because I can. The updates are short so they can be released faster. Please note I did not mean to use FreenBecky in their personal capacity, but rather as two fictional characters. Please don't misunderstand my intent in using the actors' real names. Please leave comments!

''I'm not the one you think I am'' '' I know, the look in your eyes say so'' Rebecca Armstrong, a curious and a bookworm lady comes to work for a rising star, Freen Chankimha when she discovered something out of the locket she found. It was a trigger. A trigger to a different world where she always thought was almost close to impossible. Trigger Warning: Fighting scenes, trauma & mature languages. Please read at your own risks.

"Lately I've been thinking about Who i want to love, and how I want to love, and why I want to love the way I want to love, and what I need to learn to love that way, and who I need to become to become the kind of love I want to be..." -Sarocha Freen Chankimha "I didn't fall in love with you. I walked into love with you, with my eyes wide open, choosing to take every step along the way. I do believe in fate and destiny, but I also believe we are only fated to do the things that we'd choose anyway. And I'd choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I'd find you and I'd choose you." -Rebecca Patricia Armstrong Twins: Girl: Tianna Chankimha Boy: Theo Chankimha Wife: Tanya Chankimha ⚠️Disclaimer⚠️ This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events are purely coincidental. ‼️‼️READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED THIS CONTENT COULD BE EXPLICIT SEXUAL SITUATIONS, DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE OR ABUSE, OR OTHER 'ADULT' CONTENT‼️‼️ ‼️This story is a girl-to-girl love story, if you're homophobic please proceed to the next story‼️

"Mon, please. This is the only solution we could think of to save ourselves, it is a wonder that they even consider it. Please Mon, please marry their granddaughter." As soon as I hear it I don't know what I should think of, or what I should do. All I could think of is that I know to myself that my future doesn't belong to me anymore. In this type of life, you get to sacrifice one's life in order to save the entire bloodline. Unfortunately in this lifetime, it's me. "Please, Dad. There should be another solution, right? There should be!" I exclaimed, clearly panicking. "They compromised that much, it's the last option there is with the least damage. Don't worry, darling. The final decision is from their granddaughter, if she gets to dislike you after 5 months she can stop the marriage. For now, you just have to be stuck with her for 5 months." I wanna be selfish. I badly want to but if I do, what will happen to my family right? I'd have to do it and hopefully, she will stop the marriage herself. "Okay." I said, hopelessness is evident in my voice. I have no way out, I have to do it.

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?!'

Freen and Becky have been best friends since high school and went to the same university. They were very close to each other to the point where people surrounding thought they were in a relationship. Indeed, the statement might have some truth, as Becky had a secret affair with Freen a while back. However, Freen doesn't look at Becky this way and only treats her like a sister. But Freen's feelings changed towards Becky when someone meddled in their life. Is she limiting that someone because she's overprotective of Becky or because she felt jealous? Disclaimer: Fiction story only.

In this intriguing tale, we follow Freen, a proficient data analyst with a passion for collecting erotic dolls. Among her prized possessions is a doll named Becky, gifted by the esteemed Erotic Doll Company Owner as a gesture of appreciation for her loyalty as a customer. Freen meticulously stores her dolls, including Becky, in a vertical glass cuboid box in her basement, intended for display purposes. However, the story takes an unexpected turn when Freen is confronted with an extraordinary phenomenon.

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.