Freen Sarocha Chankimha is the world's most powerful self-made billionaire, the visionary behind the global empire FSC Fashion. At twenty-seven, she is an icon of grace and success-but the runway is a lie. Behind the high-fashion front, Freen is the calculated leader of Thailand's most feared mafia syndicate. Becky Armstrong is the daughter of the British Ambassador, a law student with a future as bright as her pedigree. She lives a life of order, justice, and privilege-until her father, John Armstrong, makes a fatal mistake. To cover a trail of government corruption, he takes a loan from the wrong person. When the debt comes due and the money is gone, the "Billionaire" comes to collect. When Freen storms the Armstrong mansion, she doesn't want the money. Her eyes land on Becky, and the ultimatum is set: The debt is cleared if Becky becomes her wife. The wedding is a cold, hollow ceremony of hatred. Becky loathes the woman who bought her; Freen is enchanted by the girl she trapped. They live as enemies under one roof, bound by a contract that strictly forbids Freen from touching her. But one night, a haze of alcohol burns through the resentment. The wall of "never" crumbles as the physical distance closes. When they sober up mid-clinch, they discover the one thing they can't deny: they are a disaster in every room of the house, but they are perfection in the bedroom. --- The debt is paid. The marriage is a warzone. But the sex? That's the only thing they aren't fighting about.

**BLOODLINE** *A Freen & Becky Fanfiction* --- SYNOPSIS!! Freen Sarocha doesn't do complications. As one of Bangkok's most skilled assassins, she lives by three rules: stay invisible, trust no one, and never get involved. Her life is cold, controlled, and solitary-exactly how she wants it. Becky Armstrong is just trying to survive. Trapped in an abusive household, she dreams of escape but never imagines it will come soaked in her family's blood. When a brutal massacre destroys Becky's world, she makes a desperate choice-knock on the mysterious neighbor's door. The one everyone whispers about. The one who's never home. The one Becky suspects isn't a flight attendant at all. Freen should turn her away. Should let the terrified girl become someone else's problem. But something about Becky's eyes-broken yet burning with rage-makes Freen open the door. And that one decision changes everything. "Teach me," Becky begs, covered in blood and vengeance. "Teach me to kill them all." Against every instinct, Freen agrees. What starts as reluctant mentorship becomes something far more dangerous. As Becky transforms from victim to weapon, the line between teacher and student, protector and protected, begins to blur. Training sessions turn into late-night confessions. Professional distance crumbles into stolen glances and forbidden touches. But in their world, love is a liability. And revenge always comes with a price. As they hunt down the people responsible for the massacre, Freen and Becky must decide: Is vengeance worth losing themselves? Or is the real danger falling for someone when you're both built to destroy? A dark action thriller about trauma, transformation, and finding love in the most violent places. Triggers: Violence, death, trauma, mature themes, revenge, crime Genre: Action/Thriller, Romance, Crime, Drama, GL

Freen adored the company of only one woman - Rebecca. She dreamed of confessing her feelings one day, yet she never dared. This infatuation seemed frivolous to her, and so she chose to keep it locked away. She didn't want to ruin their easy, familiar dynamic. They understood each other so well - friends, neighbors, people who could trust one another. And Freen refused to shatter that, to create awkwardness between them. So when Becky asked the one question Freen never expected, she simply froze. Apparently, the potential discomfort didn't faze Becky in the slightest. Freen swallowed. This was everything she wanted - and at the same time, everything she couldn't allow herself to have. ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ The original story is not mine. It has been rewritten by me and adapted for FreenBecky. Please note: This story contains G!P Freen and many very explicit sex scenes. If this makes you uncomfortable, kindly refrain from reading. ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ Sorry in advance for any mistakes - English isn't my first language.

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.

Some stories don't need a name. Just two hearts finding their way. When Becky's world falls apart-her fiancé cheating with her cousin, her future unraveling in a single moment-she doesn't expect the quietest person in the room to become her loudest support. Freen has always admired Becky from a distance. Confident, driven, and untouchable... until now. One night, one unexpected act of kindness, and a twist of fate pull them into a connection neither of them saw coming. As Becky faces an unplanned pregnancy and a future she never imagined, Freen stays by her side-not as a savior, but as something deeper. Something real. Through stolen glances, late-night talks, and unspoken moments, the lines between friendship and something more begin to blur. This isn't a love story with grand gestures or perfect timing. It's about choosing someone when it matters most. Even if you don't have the right words for it yet.

Warning: Mature Content - explicit, highly detailed scenes - The road to being together is not so easy. Feelings, work, jealousy and sex, a whole range of sensations that will shake up Freen Sarocha and Becky Armstrong and make them discover their limits. They will explore their feelings and their sexuality together, experiencing different first times (First touch, first kiss, accessories, domination...) which will crescendo over the chapters. PS : This story is fiction and if Freenbecky are not fictional characters, the name has become public enough and subject to reuse.

Becky and Freen have always been best friends-until lingering glances and stolen touches make them question everything. As their feelings grow, they must decide if risking their friendship is worth a chance at forever.

Freen comes to a realisation regarding her feelings and serious attraction toward a certain Nong. Her favourite Nong to be precise.

Freen and Becky's story begins in the quiet halls of an orphanage, a place meant to heal but often filled with shadows of the past. Freen, just 12 years old, carries the weight of trauma from her failed adoptions, vowing never to leave the orphanage until she turns 18. Becky, only 8 and the sole survivor of a tragic house fire, arrives with nowhere else to turn. Despite their age difference and painful histories, the two form an unbreakable bond. Freen becomes Becky's protector, her confidant, her family. Over the years, their connection grows stronger than anything either of them has ever known. But fate isn't kind. Four years later, a family comes to adopt Becky, shattering their fragile world. Freen is left behind, heartbroken. She makes a promise-to herself and to Becky-that once she turns 18, she will find her again. As the years go by, life tests their resolve. Will Freen and Becky find their way back to each other? Or will the hardships of life pull them further apart? This is a story of resilience, sacrifice, and the enduring power of love and family in the face of life's greatest challenges.

When Becca meets Freen, a soldier home on leave, her life is completely tipped upside down in an instant. As they start talking, Becca feels drawn to Freen; there's something about her warmth and openness that fills the gap left by Becca's troubled childhood. Growing closer over the next few months, falling fast for each other, the two of them find themselves unable to stay away, but Freen's next deployment is inevitable, and with promises that she'll come home, Becca waits for her. Disclaimer: Story is not mine, I only adapted it to FreenBecky Fanfic because I love this piece and I love FB. I want to see them portray the characters in this story.