Freen, a gang member whose father leads the largest mafia group, is forced into an arranged marriage with Rebecca. Initially, Rebecca is terrified of Freen, having heard rumors that paint her as a dangerous figure. Despite Freen's frequent visits from different women, she never engages with them, treating Rebecca with respect and care, and shielding her from the mafia lifestyle. Rebecca feels trapped in their home until she is kidnapped, revealing Freen's protective nature. Freen had secretly arranged for maids and guards to care for and protect Rebecca. When a woman disrespects Rebecca, Freen decisively removes her from the mansion, showcasing her true feelings. Unbeknownst to Rebecca, Freen never desired the women she brought home; she only wanted Rebecca. Over time, Freen falls in love with Rebecca but struggles to express her feelings due to her cold exterior, maintaining a distance despite her deep affection.

Freen, an astronomer, has always found solace in the stars. A prodigy who finished her Master degree by 24, also teaches part-time at her alma mater, Chulalongkorn University. Orphaned young and having lost her beloved aunt seven years ago, Freen lives a life shaped by quiet routines and empty rooms, where her telescope is her only constant companion. Her one true warmth comes from the local orphanage, where she volunteers to fill the silent spaces in her heart. Rebecca, diagnosed with Asperger Syndrome, finds her entire universe not in the sky, but in the machines that conquer it. Aeroplanes are her world - their engines, models, wingspans, histories, even the aircraft used in the world wars. Her vast knowledge and intense fascination with aviation are her primary ways of understanding and connecting with the world. Raised by orphanage owners Dion and Helena Armstrong, Rebecca lost her mother a decade ago and now navigates life under the gentle care of her father, Dion. One day, during her usual visit to the orphanage, Dion asked Freen for a favour - one that would change her life forever. P/s: Asperger's Syndrome, a form of Autism Spectrum Disorder, is a developmental disorder. People who have this type of ASD tend to have a hard time relating to others socially. They may stick to a very specific routine and have a narrow set of interests. Although the term Asperger's isn't an official diagnosis anymore, some people still use the term to describe autistic people who are "high-functioning" or who have low support needs.

In a city of chaos, Becky speaks without words, and Freen fights with every ounce of her strength. When their worlds collide, silence meets power, and an unspoken connection threatens to change them both forever. The idea of this story came from a lovely reader. Thank you for sharing your idea! @srijasardar

# 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 Sarocha, a 20-year-old royal blood, lives a double life-one as a sharp-witted businesswoman and the other as an ordinary university student working toward her degree. Cold-hearted, too bold for anyone's liking, and a walking red flag, she believes she's cursed-destined to have blood on her hands if she ever dares to love anything or anyone. On the other side of the spectrum is Becky Armstrong, 17 years old, the sunshine in everyone's life. A true princess-sweet, bubbly, adorably clumsy, and always getting what she wants because she somehow finds a way. Irresistible, impossible not to fall for. Fate brings them together-forcing them to share a university, a dorm room, and maybe even their destinies. What happens when two opposite energies collide? Will Sarocha, the cold-hearted queen, resist falling for Becky, the most endearing angel ever? Or will Becky fight to keep her sunshine from being consumed by Freen's dark, mystic aura? Find out. Disclaimer: This story is purely a product of my imagination. Any resemblance to real-life events is purely coincidental. The only thing inspired by reality is the names of my babies, Freen & Becky, as this is a love letter to the FreenBecky fandom. Nothing else is connected to their real lives. Oh, and English isn't my first language, so please pardon my sanity in this world of insane. ;)

She was her father's most trusted secret. She became Rebecca's most dangerous confusion. When a shadowy threat crashes into actress Rebecca Armstrong's glittering world, a mysterious woman whisks her away into the night-without warning, without explanation. Trapped in a secluded safehouse with someone she believes is her kidnapper, Rebecca is desperate for answers. But Freen Sarocha isn't just anyone. She's an elite agent with a mission: protect Rebecca at all costs. Even if that means locking her away. Even if it means risking her own heart. In a world where nothing is as it seems, can trust bloom in isolation? Or will the secrets between them burn everything down?

Why, Freen? Why did you do this?" Becky cried, her voice trembling. "Baby, I can explain," Freen pleaded, trying to hug her, but Becky pushed her away, both of them in tears. Now, years after their painful breakup, fate brings them together again. Will they reconcile and rediscover the love that once bound them, or are some threads meant to unravel forever?

Two empires. Two heirs. Freen Sarocha, 27 - sharp, rule-bound, and ruthless. Becky Armstrong, 23 - sweet, sheltered, and studying law. Both born to lead. Both raised to rival. But destiny? It has its own rules.

Becky was running out of time. Her failing heart left her days numbered, and with no donor in sight, she chose to stop waiting for miracles. Instead, she vowed to live what little life she had left to the fullest-collecting memories instead of regrets. Among her last wishes was something she had never dared to chase: to know what it felt like to be loved, even just once, even for a night. She didn't want romance or promises-only the raw, fleeting intimacy of being wanted, cherished, and alive. When she met a stranger under the glow of city lights, she took the risk. One night. One memory. One last heartbeat of innocence turning into experience. But what she never expected was that this stranger would leave behind more than just passion-she might hold the key to her fate, and perhaps, to a future she thought she'd never have.

A FreenBecky Supernatural Thriller ## Prologue First day back in Bangkok, and I was already running late. Today of all days, my instincts decided to act up. I hurriedly fought to ignore the strange pulling sensation in my chest while glancing at the time. The crime scene waited for no one, especially not a detective with a reputation for being unreliable since her sister's case went cold. After struggling with my decision for five minutes, I finally grabbed my badge and gun. I pulled on the first jacket I found and shoved random case files into my bag. The new forensic psychologist from London would be meeting me at the scene, and I couldn't afford to make a bad first impression. A breakfast bar would have to do until lunch.