Freen Sarocha Chankimha was born to rule the world. Cold. Beautiful. Untouchable. Until one accident turned the 20-year-old heiress into a 5-year-old girl trapped inside her own perfect body. Now she's 28, still clapping when she's happy and crying for ice cream at 3 a.m. Her parents are dying. The empire needs an heir. So they hire the only therapist crazy enough to take the job; Rebecca Armstrong. Sunshine smile. Gentle hands. And the daughter of the man who destroyed Freen's life. She says she's here to heal her. But some little girls were never meant to grow up. Will Becky save Mr. Innocent... or finally finish what her father started? --- Freen G!p ---

When Freen meets a stranger two days before her stepbrother's wedding, she falls in love at first sight-only to discover, too late, that the woman she loves is about to become her sister-in-law. Trapped between family loyalty and forbidden desire, Freen silently battles her feelings while watching Becky suffer in a loveless marriage. Will Freen ever win Becky's heart, or will Becky remain bound by the vows that keep them apart? Freen G ! P 🔞

Two tortured souls found solace with each other.

"The only mission in my life is to Fuck You" After a long day Freen returns back home and straight away goes to her room, only to find Becky sleeping on her bed only in her underwear. Listening to the door's sound, becky covers herself with her hands. "Oh I didn't know you were going to come home so early" she said smirking at her. Freen walked slowly towards becky, her shoes sound only audible in the sexual atmosphere. She grabbed her cheeks tightly. Her cheeks were squished in her strong, big veiny hands. "You want to be my sex slut, don't you". This is not my story. credit goes to the original author. @luvjk1997 Enjoy. your author 🌚

She's a billionaire CEO, the undefeated Ice Queen of law. Heir to a powerful empire, Freen Chankimha lives by rules, silence, and control. Becky Armstrong is a driven law student with no time for distractions. Their paths were never meant to cross until a threat forces their families to arrange a marriage neither expected. Now, two strangers are bound by something deeper than duty. But as quiet glances turn into questions, one truth lingers beneath it all: What is the CEO hiding?

This is a Freen and becky fanfiction. Freen is a 22 years old AI student at a university, she is smart, funny, sexy, beautiful and mostly a nerd. She is been called by actress Rebecca Patricia Armstrong AKA Becky's company to develop a new software for them. Dive in their sexy, funny and romantic world. 🔞This story is going to be extremely erotic, having 18+ scenes and dirty talk.. if you're not comfortable please skip.🔞 ⚠️The instagram post or stories used in this story are all fake and just for the story purposes. Please don't associate it with the artists real accounts.⚠️

Freen and Becky meet during a workshop for a series and immediately click and become best friends. The younger one flirts all the time just to tease the older one but Freen wants to protect and take care of Becky at all cost. While becoming a phenomenon loved by so many people as a fictional couple, will the girls be able to keep their bond the same way? Do they see each other just as friends? What kind of thoughts and feelings might be going through their minds and hearts? PS: I started publishing this fic on another platform In January 2023. it's just inspired in some real life events. Remember it is still just a fiction.

Becky and Freen work in the same ad agency, but there's more to it than just getting their jobs done each day. Its a 🔞 story Its a Freen G!P story. I am converting this story.

"What else is there to do? When my words of love wasn't enough?"-Freen

Prologue Freen didn't expect the offer. Not from Becky. Not like this. She was halfway through folding her laundry when Becky, arms crossed and voice cool as ever, said, "You should move in." Freen blinked. "You mean... like, stay over more often?" Becky's gaze didn't waver. "No. I mean move in. Permanently. Your toothbrush. Your books. Your banana bread. All of it." Freen's heart stuttered. "Are you sure?" Becky stepped closer, her voice dropping to a whisper only Freen ever heard. "I'm cold to everyone else. But I want to wake up warm-with you." Later, as they packed boxes labeled Precious Cargo and Freen's Chaos, Becky cleared out her entire closet. Freen tried to protest. Becky kissed her forehead and said, "You don't get half of me. You get everything."