Becky Armstrong is done waiting. Two years of empty promises, stolen moments, and being someone's second choice-she's had enough. So, in a drunken act of defiance, she marries a complete stranger. Freen Chankimha never expected her life to turn into a soap opera. One minute, she's reeling from heartbreak, the next-she's trapped in a marriage contract with an emotionally unavailable pathologist who claims to be straight. But at least Becky's health insurance covers kidney transplants. It's a simple deal. No feelings. No complications. No real marriage. So why does it feel like everything is going wrong? 🎵 A Special Touch! Each chapter will be named after a song lyric that perfectly captures the mood-because sometimes, music says what words can't. 📌 Read now & let me know what you think!

In a bustling high school in the heart of Bangkok, two unlikely worlds began to overlap. Freen Sarocha was the quiet newcomer, a reserved and brilliant student who seemed more comfortable buried in books than surrounded by people. Her mind worked with precision, but her emotions remained locked behind walls she'd built over time. Freen kept her distance, navigating life with logic as her anchor. Becky Armstrong was the opposite-a vibrant, outgoing athlete whose laughter could light up a room. Known for her kindness and charm, Becky thrived on connections, effortlessly weaving friendships wherever she went. She embraced chaos, living life like an endless adventure. Neither of them expected their paths to cross. And yet, in classrooms, during lunch breaks, and across shared sports fields, their lives began to intertwine-sparking moments of humor, curiosity, and something unspoken. But life is rarely simple. Freen's quiet admiration for Becky began to grow into something more-a connection she couldn't name, a longing she didn't know how to express. Becky, as warm as she was, never quite saw Freen's feelings for what they were. Uncertainty grew into pain for Freen, who eventually chose to leave. Leaving the school wasn't just about moving on; it was about protecting herself from heartbreak and finding space to build the life she'd dreamed of. Ten years passed. Freen became a successful doctor, channeling her focus and passion into helping others. Neither expected to see the other again. But fate isn't bound by logic. When they meet again-a chance encounter that neither could have predicted-the years fall away, leaving unresolved emotions and unspoken truths hovering between them. What happens next is a journey of rediscovery-of who they are now and what they meant to each other then. It's a second chance, not just for answers, but for something new. After all, some connections are too strong to be left in the past.

Freen wipes Becky's spoon. Open a bottle cap for her. Buys her favorite milk tea. Calls her precious. Princess. Angel. But always ends it with "my little sister." How do you confess to someone who only sees you as a sister? How do you let go when your heart refuses to? And how much courage does it take... to finally wake up from a five-year dream you never wanted to end?

"I-I m-made a m-mistake... P-please... l-let me go... I-I'll n-never do it again," he sobbed, his body trembling. But his pleading only seemed to strengthen her resolve. She took a slow step closer, her expression as cold as stone. "That wasn't a mistake," she said, her voice rising. "THAT WAS A CHOICE! A FREAKING CHOICE! " she screamed, her face twisted with rage. She reached down and picked up a jagged shard of glass from the floor, its sharp edge gleaming faintly in the dim light. The man began to scream before she even moved. "N-No! P-Please! No!" he wailed, shaking uncontrollably. Without hesitation, she brought the glass down across his chest, slicing through his flesh. Blood spilled from the fresh wound, pooling on the floor. She didn't stop. Over and over, she slashed, her movements precise and relentless. His screams echoed off the walls until they turned into broken, gurgling cries. "Does it hurt?" she hissed, her voice low and venomous. "Good. You deserve every second of this." Warning - G!P ( Becky)

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.

# 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.

A 20 years old girl called Rebecca Patricia Armstrong who hates force marriage the most,was forced to marry the so known cold hearted girl who is Freen Sarocha Chakimha.The richest and youngest president in a big and famous company at their country. Freen Sarocha Chankimha x Rebecca Patricia Armstrong Please don't plagiarize my work!!

Becky Armstrong's life was a symphony of precision and control. As a brilliant medical examiner, she approached every case with a logical mind and a steady hand. Her personal life was equally streamlined, with her daughter, Anna, being the center of her universe. But on this particular day, something felt off-kilter. Maybe it was the way the sunlight streaming through the windows highlighted the dust motes dancing in the air. Or maybe it was the way Anna's laughter echoed through the hallway, a carefree sound that seemed to hold a hint of foreboding. Whatever the reason, Becky couldn't shake off the feeling that something was about to change. And then, like a whispered secret, it happened. A knock on the door, an introduction, and a pair of piercing green eyes locked onto hers. Freen Sarocha Chanmika, the tough-as-nails detective, had walked into their lives, and Becky felt the axis of her world tilt ever so slightly. Sometimes you can feel the moment when your life changes; something happens and you feel a shift. Becky Armstrong didn't believe in fate; not really, and yet the day she and her daughter, Anna, met Freen Sarocha Chanmika, she couldn't help feeling like somehow her life had changed. She wasn't really sure what she felt that day, but watching Freen connect with Anna in a way that few others could, she couldn't help thinking that maybe, just maybe it was fate.

What will you choose between love and fame? This is the question that the phenomenal young star Rebecca Armstrong confuses her when she met an unexpected person that makes her heart beats faster than a bullet. Can she choose love and leave her dream of becoming a great actress now that her luck is embracing her? Freen Sarocha's ultimate dream is to win a crown in the highest beauty pageant in the country and the international pageant. She will do everything just to make this dream come true even if it will take a lot of sweat and sacrifices. She wants to be known in the pageant industry and to mark her legacy. But can she sacrifice her reputation and dreams because of one unexpected person? SPOTLIGHT is an original fictional story by the author with #freenbecky as the main characters.