At Bangkok General, Dr. Freen Sarocha lives for control until Dr. Becky Armstrong walks in. Mysterious. Brilliant. Covered in bruises she won't explain. Freen tells herself it's just concern. Just friendship. But Becky isn't like anyone she's ever met. And the truth? Becky is Trapped. Terrified. In a hospital full of secrets, one slow-burning connection could be the difference between survival and surrender. ❗️This book deals with domestic abuse and includes violence. Read only if comfortable.❗️

- ¿A la suite, jefa?- preguntó el conductor. Rebecca miró la imagen una vez más, a esos ojos que la miraban desde otro mundo, un mundo de luz e inocencia que ella estaba a punto de apagar para siempre. - Sí- respondió, su voz un susurro en la penumbra del auto-. Es hora de recoger lo que es mío. Y mientras la ciudad pasaba tras la ventana tintada, Rebecca supo que nada volvería a ser igual. El regalo no era la Omega. El regalo era el principio de su propia obsesión. Y no descansaría hasta tenerla. ----- ADVERTENCIA No planeo dañar la imagen de ningún ldol mencionado. Si esta historia no es de tu agrado no la leas y evita dejar malos comentarios o denunciarla♡ © ʜɪꜱᴛᴏʀɪᴀ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟᴍᴇɴᴛᴇ ᴅᴇ ᴍɪ ᴀᴜᴛᴏʀÍᴀ 🚫No es una adaptación, todos los créditos en este perfil 🚫NO SE ACEPTAN COPIAS NI ADAPTACIONES ©srochaa_freeen

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.

Freen and Becky were supposed to have a fairy-tale love. At least that's what Becky thought - until the day her wife has a serious accident and loses her memory. Or at least that's what she says. When Freen wakes up in the hospital, she finds out that she is married. She doesn't remember the day of the accident, but something about the story doesn't add up. Why does Becky seem too surprised by her behavior? Why does Freen herself feel like she shouldn't trust anyone - not even her "wife"? However, the greatest secret is yet to be discovered. In the shadow of it all stands Sam, Freen's twin sister - a woman who has harbored a lifelong jealousy towards her. Now Freen is starting her own game. She must discover the truth before Sam destroys everything. But in a world full of lies and manipulation, love becomes dangerous. Was Becky just a pawn in the intrigue, or is she hiding secrets of her own? When the line between truth and illusion blurs, one thing is certain - this story will not end without a fight. This is a fictional story that has nothing to do with real people! Love🤍

Becky Armstrong is in love with her co-artist and best friend Freen Sarocha from the very first sight. The unrequited feelings start suffocating her and then she meets a new friend, an artist she has adored for years, LingLing Sirilak Kwong. The new found friendship and solace lifts up Becky's spirits ... But will it last forever?! This is my original story and it is requested to not copy or plagiarize the story without permission.

Será que Mon, acostumada com seus luxos e a uma vida privilegiada em Harrisburg, se adaptará a uma vida rural na fazenda Green Valley depois que seu pai a mandar contra sua vontade para lá? Bom, vamos descobrir, por que em Green Valley... Alerta, história +18 🚨🔞

Sam e Mon, vivem uma intensa paixão na universidade, mas esse amor proibido será consumido pela perversidade do destino. Durante essa separação, Samanun passará pelas provações de um relacionamento tóxico com um Kirk tomado pela amargura de não ser amado por ela, até que Kornkamon volta para sua vida inesperadamente. Marcada pelos traumas, Sam luta com seu presente e passado usando de todo seu conhecimento sobre as teorias da vida e filosofia, enquanto Mon tenta curá-la com seu amor incondicional.

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

Freen Sarocha Chankimha es la Directora Ejecutiva de una importante empresa de tecnología que se toma la vida muy enserio. Fue criada para relevar a su padre cuando este se jubilara y no tiene tiempo para el amor. Sin embargo, luego de sufrir un terrible engaño, una rubia con una personalidad explosiva entra en su vida y la cambia para siempre. Lo que Freen no sabe es que esta explosiva y enigmática mujer también guarda sus propios secretos... 📌 Esta historia no me pertenece, es una adaptación autorizada por su escritora @Buttonupjuno (Mil Gracias por permitirme adaptar tu historia) ... Espero les guste, a mi me encantó ❤️

'How dare you to touch my wife"freen yelled On men while punching on his jaw nonstop! "Please stop this " Rebecca said crying.freen didn't listen her, she was really Angry at that man . "You have no rights to do this for me freen" Rebecca said and this make freen stop fighting . She staring at Becky as may she heard it wrong. "What did you say" freen asked. "We are only married in papers , freen. You Don't get to fighting for me like that . Stop this now ! Rebecca Said yelling. While crying .. Let's see what happens between them , that they are speaking of rights on each other .. It's my very first story. It's a Gip freenbecky English is not my first language.. so I apologize For grammar mistakes.. #wattpad #freenbecky