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.

A FREENBECKY STORY Freen Sarocha x Becky Armstrong +++++ The only thing that frightens shape-shifter Freen Sarocha more than the full moon is the idea of falling in love. Freen Sarocha has lived her whole life with a terrible secret: not only can she take the form of any animal at will, but once a month the full moon transforms her into a fierce wolf-creature without a human conscience. Managing her condition means living by a strict routine, and more importantly, abstaining from intimate relationships with human beings. Freen is convinced that love and friendship can only bring her pain. Forensic pathologist Becca Armstrong is well-acquainted with the pain of romantic love. Swearing off relationships after having her heart broken by a cheating ex, Becca throws herself into her work: catching murderers. When Freen comes to her aid after an attack by a masked man in West Gate Park, Becca is shocked by how powerfully she is drawn to her mysterious savior. Shaken by her own feelings for Becca, Freen is Even more terrified to realize she isn't Even close to being the scariest monster stalking San Francisco. There is someone out in the city who is killing for pleasure, and his next target is the one woman he thinks might be able to stop him: Becca.

Freen Sarocha, 26. Quiet. Precise. Untouchable. She keeps her head down, her work flawless, and her secret buried deep. No one at Armstrong & Co. knows she's barely holding it together-for her little sister, for survival. And that's exactly how she wants it. Then comes Rebecca Patricia Armstrong. 24. The new CEO. Unfiltered, magnetic, and rich enough to turn boredom into destruction. She's chaos in couture-dangerous in heels, and always in control. Until she sees Freen. And just like that, the game begins. Becky makes her an offer: No strings. Just sex. In exchange? A promotion. Double the pay. No questions asked. Freen agrees-reluctantly. For her sister. For the money. For the power. But their nights? They're anything but simple. What starts as a cold arrangement spirals into something hotter, darker, and far more dangerous. Lust twists into obsession. Control becomes a battleground. And suddenly, the lines between them blur into something neither of them can name-let alone stop. Because Becky's never wanted anything she couldn't buy. And Freen's never let anyone close enough to try. But this? This isn't just a deal anymore. It's war. Desire. Power. And maybe... something real. Let the games begin.

# Prologue The warehouse echoed with hushed voices and the scrape of footsteps on concrete. Rebecca Patricia Armstrong pressed herself against the cold metal of a shipping container, her white cane clutched tight. She'd taken a wrong turn in the maze of industrial buildings, searching for the address her friend had given her. "You betrayed us, Billy." The voice was cultured, educated-so familiar yet she couldn't place it. "Please, I can explain-" The gunshot cracked through the air like thunder. Rebecca's breath caught. She heard the heavy thud of a body hitting the floor, then measured footsteps approaching her hiding place. She had to run.

Having overcome the shadows of her tragic past, former MotoGP racer Freen was finally healing when Becky came into her world. But when life throws them an unexpected twist, will Freen stand her ground or let fear drive her away? Adapted fanfiction:) Credit goes to original author!

She was a specter, a ghostly figure shrouded in darkness. Her eyes had lost their sparkle, her heart its beat. She existed solely to carry out her missions, her soul long since sold to the highest bidder. The world had taken everything from her, leaving behind only a hollow shell. But then, she saw her. A vision in blonde, a ray of sunshine in a world gone mad. For the first time in years, something stirred within her. A spark of curiosity, a flicker of hope. As their paths collided, the phantom's icy facade began to crack. The code she'd lived by for so long was challenged by the sudden, inexplicable appearance of feelings. Emotions she thought were long dead and buried. Now, she's faced with an impossible decision: follow her heart or adhere to her code. Will she choose the familiar comfort of her shadowy existence or take a chance on love and redemption? The fate of her soul hangs in the balance. What will happen when the killer falls for her target?

In this story, Freenbecky are Korean okay🤭 ..... "I'm positive Ms. Sarocha, we spotted her going out at the airport." Sarocha Freen froze. It's been three long torturous years since she last saw HER but the effect of her name is still the same. Becky Armstrong still makes her heart flips but this time, it's not a happy flip...it's a very livid & punishing flip! "Prepare the car Yaen, I'm going to remarry today and this time I'll fucking make sure she won't get away from me, from us.." she said while staring at the photo of her mate. .......... Notes: Pardon me with my grammatical and typographical errors! I hope you'll leave comments for me to read too. Thank you so much for reading! Start in: May 09,2025 End in : June 16,2025 /Freenbecky version/

A FreenBecky AU - Original Story Rebecca Armstrong has her life planned perfectly. At 24, she's set to marry Nop, a wealthy businessman her family approves of, and take her place in Bangkok's high society. Everything is arranged, appropriate, and... suffocating. A pre-engagement trip to Chiang Mai was supposed to be a brief cultural retreat with her brother Heng. Instead, a booking mix-up lands Becky at a bohemian guesthouse run by the free-spirited Amara, where she meets Freen Sarocha Chakminka-a passionate photographer who sees the world through a lens Becky never knew existed. Their rooms share a balcony. Their views of life couldn't be more different. But as Chiang Mai's golden sunsets paint the sky, Becky begins to see something she's never allowed herself to see before: a life lived authentically, passionately, truthfully. When Becky returns to Bangkok and her carefully constructed future, she tries to forget the woman who made her feel truly alive. But some connections can't be ignored. Some views can't be unseen. And some choices demand to be made-no matter the cost. In a world where duty and desire collide, Becky must decide: Will she choose the life that's expected of her, or the view that takes her breath away? A slow-burn GL romance inspired by E.M. Forster's classic, featuring art, angst, and the courage to choose love over convention. ⚠️ Contains: Mature themes, angst, comphet struggles, eventual intimate scenes

Rebecca "Becky" Armstrong has the perfect life. She runs a charming café in suburban Bangkok, bakes the best brownies in the neighborhood, and has been happily married to successful architect Freen Sarocha for ten years. Together, they're raising three kids in their peaceful gated community. Becky is known as the sweet one-soft-spoken, gentle, always ready with a warm smile and homemade cookies. While her confident wife Freen handles the big decisions, Becky manages their home with quiet grace. But when armed men break into their house one night, everything changes. In ninety seconds, Freen watches her gentle wife disarm four trained operatives with brutal efficiency. No hesitation. No fear. Just lethal precision that shouldn't belong to a café owner who burns toast. "Pack one bag each. We have ten minutes." Suddenly they're on the run-kids terrified in the backseat, Freen demanding answers, and Becky driving like she's done this before. Because she has. Ten years of marriage. Ten years of "business trips" and "corporate burnout" stories. Ten years of secrets hidden behind that sweet smile. Now someone from Becky's past wants her dead, and the only way to survive is for Becky to become someone Freen doesn't recognize. As they race across Southeast Asia with mercenaries on their trail, Freen is forced to trust this dangerous stranger wearing her wife's face-the one who teaches their kids to evade capture, who speaks languages Freen never knew she knew, who can kill without blinking. Freen is furious. Betrayed. Terrified. And undeniably attracted to this side of Becky she never knew existed. Who is the woman she married? How much of their life was real? And can love survive when everything was built on lies? Some secrets are worth keeping. Others are worth killing for. And Becky's secret? It's both. Content Warning: Contains violence, action sequences, mild language, themes of betrayal and trust issues. Family-friendly overall with mature themes.

a collection of one-shots between jennie and jisoo. mainly fluff, humour. sometimes drama with happy end, smut. [requests open]