Rebecca Armstrong has always lived a charmed life where she was pampered, adored, and effortlessly the center of attention. At twenty-one, she's never once had to chase anyone's interest... until the day she comes home and meets her brother's new business partner. Sarocha Chamkimha is everything Rebecca isn't: elegant, controlled, and intimidatingly composed. At thirty-two, she has perfected the art of keeping people at a distance. And unlike everyone else in Rebecca's world, she doesn't melt under a bright smile or playful charm. She barely looks at her. That single indifference changes everything. Suddenly, Rebecca finds herself drawn to the one woman who seems completely unaffected by her. And Sarocha, despite her icy professionalism, begins to see through the sparkly exterior to the sincerity and warmth underneath. As the family's business expansion pulls them closer and as feelings Rebecca never expected deepen, both women must decide whether to resist the growing tension between them... or surrender to something neither of them planned for.

Rebecca Armstrong is a machine. As the most ruthless, brilliant corporate attorney in Bangkok, she has built impenetrable walls around her life. To keep her suffocating, billionaire family off her back, she entered an ironclad fake marriage with her gay best friend. It was the perfect, emotionless arrangement. Until the ghost she spent eight years searching for buys her law firm. Sarocha "Freen" Chankimha used to be the untouchable campus menace. Now, she is a terrifyingly wealthy, incredibly dangerous corporate CEO. Eight years ago, Freen took the fall for a violent crime to protect Becky's flawless reputation, vanishing into the dark to let her Princess shine in the light. Now, Freen is back to reclaim what belongs to her. But when she discovers Becky is married-and allegedly pregnant-the fiercely possessive CEO is forced to step back. What Freen doesn't know is that the marriage is a legal shield, the baby is a vindictive lie, and Becky is furious enough to use both to completely destroy the woman who abandoned her. It's a high-stakes game of corporate chess, toxic jealousy, and lethal attraction. But when the red flag you're supposed to run from is the only person who can make your heart beat... how long can you keep the walls up?

Becky promised forever. She meant it. -------------------------------------------------- Girls Love Story. No GIP❌ Note: It's all fiction.

Becky has always believed life should follow a strict plan: law school, textbooks instead of dates, and no reckless choices. But one night changes everything. A sudden rainstorm. A motorbike with a rabbit sticker. A smile from a stranger who knows far too much about Becky - and always shows up when she's lost. Freen is chaos in a leather jacket, a mystery with a camera around her neck. She teases, flirts, unsettles... and keeps glancing at her old-fashioned watch as if the countdown has already begun. Becky is certain this girl is hiding something dangerous. Yet the more time they spend together, the harder it becomes to separate the game from the truth. And when the clock runs out, a choice will have to be made.

"..you will look good on my camera, striped to nothing but truth.." ".. I'm not a p*rnstar!.." Becky hissed at the lady Infront of her, who looked like goddess of sin. This isn't a story about falling in love, It's about burning desire.. its about.... Craving like air. Lust like dripping honey. Whispers that echo. Hands that worship. Pleasure like ache. A Body not just to capture in to a lense.. But a soul to be expose bare. Rebecca Armstrong A girl who lived by rules - soft flower waiting to bloom. Too pure to be pulled into velvet ropes, bare rooms, burning eyes. a girl who was never meant to be anyone's muse. Until she met the one who filmed sin like art. Becky was Too gentle for the world Freen sarocha lived in. And yet... she followed. Freen doesn't make films for pleasure. She captures the ache beneath skin. Craving. Power. Helplessness. The beauty of surrender - not forced, but willingly offered. Freen's camera doesn't just undress bodies,It exposes souls. And in that darkness, something bloomed. Something dangerous. Something holy. Love

When Freen went out partying that Thursday night, she never imagined that after finding a stranger sitting on the railing of a bridge on her way home, her life would change forever. A journey through emotions and memories. Through regrets and hopes. Through love and forgetting. A story about what could have happened but didn't, and about what we could never stop from happening. * * * For you, whom I don't remember. Not your face, nor your voice. But I carry you with me. I hope you come back. ----------------------------- Translation from LEJOS DE ERIS.