Rebecca Patricia Armstrong was born with the world in her palm-the only heir to the Armstrong Empire, the richest family on Earth. As the youngest and fiercest CEO in history, she commands respect with a single glance and shatters egos with a single word. Cold, entitled, and dangerously alluring, Becky lives by one rule: What Becky wants, Becky gets. Freen Sarocha Chankimha has nothing but a brilliant mind and an aching emptiness she can't explain. Working three jobs to survive, living alone in a dusty one-bedroom apartment, and haunted by fragmented dreams of a life she doesn't remember, Freen is a mystery even to herself. Her friends believe she's a once-in-a-century genius-her IQ far surpassing even Einstein and Newton-but Freen? She just wants peace... and maybe, something-or someone-to believe in. Their paths should never have crossed. But when Becky meets the poor, stubborn girl who doesn't fall at her feet, something inside her shifts. What starts as a game to break Freen's pride slowly becomes an obsession neither of them can control. This a Freenbecky Adaptation The story is not mine credit to original Author @Bp_hiu Enjoyyyyy Guysssss 🫰❤️ Freen g!p

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."

A tragic accident erases seven years of Becky's life, including her love for Freen. To Becky, Freen is a stranger. But to Freen, Becky is everything. Can love find its way back, even when memories are lost?

After a tragedy strikes, Freen returns to a gloomy town and the childhood home she thought she'd left behind. There, she crosses paths with a mysterious person whose green eyes seem to see into her soul. The Armstrongs hide a deadly secret, but Freen isn't without secrets of her own. It's a FreenBecky Twilight AU! All rights go to the original author.

Rebecca Armstrong, a rising director, never expected her career to be derailed by a woman. But Freen Sarocha, a stunning and rebellious actress, sets her world on fire. Their forbidden attraction sparks a secret affair that could destroy them both.

Freen Sarocha Chankimha was only 9 years old when her life turned upside down because of Mr. Armstrong, a wealthy politician in Thailand and a famous businessman in England. 21 years later, she manipulated her way into the Armstrong family and was hired as a personal driver of Becky Armstrong, The only daughter of Mr. Armstrong. Can Freen continue her revenge against the family after meeting Becky?

Rebecca Armstrong is ready to start her medical internship at Bangkok General, but nothing could prepare her for the unexpected surprise that awaits in the form of Dr. Freen Sarocha Chankimha.

After her husband's death, Freen learns that he led a double life with another woman, Becky. Determined to uncover the truth, she secretly befriends Becky to unravel the affair and the mystery of his final night. But her plan takes an unexpected turn. An enemies to lovers fic. Inspired by the spanish drama The pier.

Freen, a ruthless assassin with no remorse, is tasked with eliminating Becky Armstrong, an FBI agent. Cold-hearted and insane, Freen kills without hesitation. But when love unexpectedly enters the mix, Freen finds herself questioning everything. Will love be enough to change her heart? If so, how much love will it take to make forever?

The Bangkok skyline shimmered like a promise, its lights painting the night in gold and silver. From the 30th floor of their hotel suite, Rebecca Armstrong-Becky to the world-pressed her forehead against the cool glass, her breath fogging the window. Below, the city pulsed with life, oblivious to the storm brewing in her chest. Her heart raced, not from excitement but from the familiar grip of anxiety, whispering that she was one misstep from losing everything. Across the room, Sarocha Chankimha-Freen, her anchor, her co-star, her everything-hummed softly, sprawled on the couch with a script in hand. Her laughter, bright as ever, had carried them through countless late nights, but tonight, it felt distant. A new name lingered in the air between them: Prae, the co-star whose easy charm and knowing smiles had slipped into their orbit like a thief. Becky's phone buzzed on the table, X notifications piling up with hashtags-#FreenBecky, #Uranus2324, and, increasingly, #FreenPrae. Each one was a needle, pricking at her fragile calm. "P'Freen," Becky murmured, her voice barely audible. "Do you ever feel like... it's all too much?" Freen looked up, her eyes softening. "All the time, nong. But we've got each other, right?" She patted the couch, an invitation. Becky wanted to believe it. She wanted to cross the room, curl up beside Freen, and let the world fade. But the weight of their fame, the whispers of a solo project pulling Freen away, and the shadow of her own fears held her back. She forced a smile, nodding, even as her mind screamed: What if I'm not enough to keep you? Outside, a star flickered, faint against the city's glow. Becky made a silent wish, not for fame or glory, but for the strength to hold on-to Freen, to herself, to the love they'd built beneath the lights. But wishes were fragile, and the night was long. A storm was coming, and neither of them was ready.