# Prologue **Two Years Ago** The music is too loud. I can't stop laughing. "Becky, slow down," Irin says. Someone stops me from reaching for another drink. Saint's twin. Freen. "I think you've had enough." "Where's Saint?" I slur. "Work emergency," she says quietly. The room spins. I stumble toward the exit. Three guys block my path, saying disgusting things. Freen steps in front of me. "She's with me. Back off." They don't listen until security comes. In her car, everything's fuzzy. Her gentle hands helping me to the door. Waiting while I fumble with keys. When I turn to thank her, she's so close. Gold flecks in her dark eyes. The kiss happens before I can think. Soft. Perfect. I pull away, mumbling apologies. She backs into the shadows. I stumble inside and pass out. **The Next Morning** Saint calls early. "Beck, I'm so sorry about last night. Are you okay?" "What do you mean?" "The guys bothering you. I'm so glad I could help you get away from them." I frown. "You were there?" "Of course. I couldn't let anything happen to you. I was so worried when I saw those guys cornering you. Thank God I got you home safely." My head hurts too much to think clearly. "Thank you." "You don't remember much, do you? You were pretty drunk. That's probably for the best. Just know that I'll always protect you, Beck." Warmth spreads through my chest. Saint saved me. Saint protected me. That's when I fall in love with him. **Present Day** I'm staring at my reflection in the wrinkled wedding dress. "Becky? The car is here." The car to take me to marry the wrong twin. Saint left me at the altar this morning. Gone. Now I have to marry Freen. The woman who barely speaks to me. Who avoids me. I don't understand why she dislikes me so much. In an hour, I'll marry someone who can't even look me in the eye. Someone who isn't Saint.

Freen's POV - 6 years ago* "You're late, Sarocha!" I rushed into the charity gala, still in uniform. Everyone else looked fancy. I looked like I'd just arrested someone. Which I had. Then I saw her. Beautiful girl in a black dress, surrounded by boring old men. She looked... trapped. Like she'd rather be anywhere else. "That's Becky Armstrong," Nam whispered. "Armstrong Industries princess. Way out of your league." But something about how alone she looked... "I'm gonna talk to her." "FREEN, NO!" Too late. I was already walking over. "Ms. Armstrong? I'm Officer Freen Sarocha. Want to get some air?" She turned, brown eyes meeting mine, and smiled. A real smile. "I thought you'd never ask." --- Freen's POV - Present day I stare at the old photo on my desk. Becky and me, laughing at some café. So young. So happy. So unaware of what was coming. Five years since everything fell apart. My phone buzzes. Officer Sarocha? This is Richard Armstrong. We need your help. It's about my granddaughter... Roni. The daughter I've never met. "I'll be right there." I look at the photo one more time. Are you ready to see her again, Freen? No. But a child is missing. And despite everything, I'd still do anything for Becky. Even if it destroys me all over again.

𝑨𝒌𝒖 𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒂𝒅𝒊 𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒊𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒂 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒖𝒌 𝒕𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒑 𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒈𝒂𝒍. - 𝑩𝒆𝒄𝒌𝒚 𝑨𝒓𝒎𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 ᝰ.ᐟ G!P 🔞 [ALL CREDIT GOES TO THE ORIGINAL AUTHOR] FREENBECKY CONVERTS STORY

Freen Sarocha, 26. Quiet. Precise. Untouchable. She keeps her head down, her work flawless, and her secret buried deep. No one at Armstrong & Co. knows she's barely holding it together-for her little sister, for survival. And that's exactly how she wants it. Then comes Rebecca Patricia Armstrong. 24. The new CEO. Unfiltered, magnetic, and rich enough to turn boredom into destruction. She's chaos in couture-dangerous in heels, and always in control. Until she sees Freen. And just like that, the game begins. Becky makes her an offer: No strings. Just sex. In exchange? A promotion. Double the pay. No questions asked. Freen agrees-reluctantly. For her sister. For the money. For the power. But their nights? They're anything but simple. What starts as a cold arrangement spirals into something hotter, darker, and far more dangerous. Lust twists into obsession. Control becomes a battleground. And suddenly, the lines between them blur into something neither of them can name-let alone stop. Because Becky's never wanted anything she couldn't buy. And Freen's never let anyone close enough to try. But this? This isn't just a deal anymore. It's war. Desire. Power. And maybe... something real. Let the games begin.

What happens when you love someone selflessly even after knowing that the person doesn't love you. This is a story in which Becky's Boyfriend Nop will leave her at the altar because of a job offer to New York. He will leave the marriage and Becky both behind but with a letter which says to wait for him till he comes back. will she wait for him or will she be forced to get married to Freen. The Freen who loves her selflessly, the Freen who is the best friend of her brothers, the Freen who always annoys her, the Freen who have no one in this world. Will Becky be the one for her? What do you think? This story is pure fanfiction written by me. I hope you enjoy this one as well. Might be some ANGST. Enjoy, your author 🌚.

It was almost the end of winter in Thailand, approaching the end of February. The cool breeze sends subtle chills through their bodies, but the conversation is anything but light. You don't know what an orgasm is Bec?" asked the older girl. She felt herself flustered as she refused to face her and instead buried herself among the fluffy pillows and suffocating comforter that divided them like a wall on her king-size bed. That night, the flowers of the flame tree outside her window fell gracefully as the wind swayed the fickle branches. The damp ground awaits to receive every petal. And that night, her innocence succumbs to receive the same fate. Each moan and shiver lays delicately upon the mercy of the hands of the girl beside her. Her body pleading for it to be claimed, to mark her for the very first time, to taint her soul, to smear malice over her purity, to defile her femininity. "Freeenn..." "Shh.. let phi take care of you nong. I'll be gentle, I promise." ©️All Rights Reserved

Secretly married to my professor(freenbecky)

Another freenbecky fanfic Freen Sarocha Chankimha, the sole heir of the Chankimha Empire. She is a cold hearted Mafia leader. Only shows her kind side towards her friends and family. She was engaged when she was 18. She never fell for someone until she met her..... Rebecca Patricia Armstrong, a young aspiring lawyer. Sweet and kind girl. She was loved by everyone. But she never found the love of her life until she met her senior .... Will Freen and Becky embrace their love or they drift apart .... Let's seee Freenbeck g!p

Cerita ini menceritakan tentang seorang becky amstrong pemuda tampan dan kaya raya yang telah dijodohkan dengan seorang gadis yang tak dicintai nya...becky pun melarikan diri tepat dihari pertunangan nya..ditengah pelarian nya becky pun tanpa sengaja bertemu dengan seorang gadis yang bernama freen sarocha yang hidup dengan serba kekurangan dan tinggal di disebuah kontrakan kecil daerah pemukiman padat penduduk.akan kah becky mampu bertahan dengan pelarian nya atau becky kembali kerumah nya dan menerima perjodohan itu??