Freen is the Prime Minister's daughter, fearless, chaotic, spoiled, and never serious about anyone. her heart? Untouched. Waiting. Becky is a village girl, introvert, shy, invisible to the world, too kind for her own good. She's never known what it feels like to be someone's priority. One wrong turn. One glance and the most fearless girl in Thailand finally found the one person who made her knees weak. But love isn't free when one comes from a mansion and the other from a mud house. "Live here. No money. No privilege. 6 months. Prove it or lose her forever." Can a spoiled city girl survive farming, village rules, and a father who wants her gone? Can a shy village girl learn to speak up when someone finally gives her a reason to?

It was supposed to be simple. A contract. A lie. A perfect solution. Becky needed control. Freen was chaos. Clause 27: No emotional involvement. But somewhere between pretending and reality, they forget one thing- Some rules aren't meant to be followed. An Original Story!!!

"..please bec, punish me, hurt me for betraying you, but please don't leave me in this world.." Freen was sobbing on the floor, the guilt was too much to bare, but fear of losing the love of her life was greater. "..You left me when I needed you the most, freen.." Becky said with a soft but weak smile. This freenbecky story is inspired by "A Month to Live" by Stephen Crotts. But I have add the plot in my own way so you guys need to trust me. hope you enjoy it 😉❤️

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In this story, Freenbecky are Korean okay🤭 ..... "I'm positive Ms. Sarocha, we spotted her going out at the airport." Sarocha Freen froze. It's been three long torturous years since she last saw HER but the effect of her name is still the same. Becky Armstrong still makes her heart flips but this time, it's not a happy flip...it's a very livid & punishing flip! "Prepare the car Yaen, I'm going to remarry today and this time I'll fucking make sure she won't get away from me, from us.." she said while staring at the photo of her mate. .......... Notes: Pardon me with my grammatical and typographical errors! I hope you'll leave comments for me to read too. Thank you so much for reading! Start in: May 09,2025 End in : June 16,2025 /Freenbecky version/

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.

Original Story: Becky thought she'd moved on. Five years ago, the love of her life disappeared without a word, and she's spent every day since trying to forget. Now she's engaged to Jade, building a safe, predictable life-until she walks into Nam and Heng's wedding and sees her again. Freen. The woman who shattered her heart. The woman she swore she'd never forgive. Freen Sarocha is now a powerful CEO, untouchable and cold. But when their eyes meet across the reception hall, Becky sees something she didn't expect: the same devastation she's been carrying for five years. One conversation with Nam changes everything. The truth Becky thought she knew? It was a lie. The woman she thought abandoned her? She was drowning. And the person Becky trusted most? They stole five years from both of them. Now Becky has to decide: can she forgive the past and fight for a future with the woman who never stopped loving her? Or are some wounds too deep to heal? "What She Didn't Say" is an emotional second-chance romance about love, loss, betrayal, and the courage it takes to rebuild what was broken.

Becky Armstrong grows up hearing that she has no soulmate, something she can't confirm for herself because she's been blind since birth. Freen, on the other hand, is searching for a soulmate whose name leads nowhere, because according to everyone else, the Armstrongs never had a daughter. How can she have a soulmate who doesn't even exist?

Everyone thinks they know them. The smiles, the touches, the chemistry - all just fanservice for the cameras. At least that's what Freen and Becky keep telling themselves. But behind flashing lights, crowded events, and scripted interviews, the line between acting and reality slowly begins to disappear. What happens when feelings that were never supposed to exist become impossible to hide? And how long can two people pretend... before everything falls apart? "Some feelings were never meant to be scripted." #BetweenTheScenes #FreenBecky #GL #SlowBurn #CelebrityAU #Romance #Wattpad #ThaiGL #Drama #GirlsLove #Fanfiction

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.