# 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.

Rebecca "Becky" Armstrong's life shatters the night her parents die in a tragic accident. Forced to leave behind everything she knows, she moves in with her aunt only to find herself trapped in a house of cruelty. Her relatives treat her less like family and more like a bank account, demanding money from her while offering no love or support. To survive, Becky works two, sometimes three jobs a day, wearing herself down to the bone. Even Janus-her charming boyfriend who once promised forever has become another weight she cannot bear. His lies, excuses, and dependency push her closer to the edge. With no hope in sight, Becky finds herself at the rooftop of a tall building one night, ready to end it all. But just as she's about to take the final step, a mysterious girl with striking brown eyes appears. Her arrival halts Becky's plan but is she there to save Becky, or to deliver another twist of fate?

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.

One mistake. Freen made one mistake and it was enough to end everything she had been dreaming about for a life with her soulmate Becky. But when years later they meet again, Freen makes it her life's mission to rectify the misunderstandings, be truthful and come clean about everything that had led up to her big mistake in the first place. *Disclaimer* This is not my story I read a FreenBeck version awhile back and can't find it anymore and really enjoyed it. All Rights Reserved

It was supposed to be simple. A contract. A lie. A perfect solution. Becky needed control. Freen was chaos. Clause 27: No emotional involvement. But somewhere between pretending and reality, they forget one thing- Some rules aren't meant to be followed. An Original Story!!!

She was never supposed to be the bride. But she became the reason. --- Becky Armstrong has spent her entire life being the background character in someone else's story. So when her older sister walks away from an arranged marriage and their cold, calculated father needs a replacement - he uses the daughter nobody else was using. No conversation. No apology. Not even a second glance. Becky arrives at the Chankimha estate in Bangkok wearing a dress that wasn't chosen for her, walking toward a woman who didn't choose her either. Freen Chankimha is untouchable. Composed. A CEO who built an empire from grief and guards it just as fiercely. She expected this marriage to be manageable. She expected someone who would fit quietly into the corners of her life. She did not expect Becky. She did not expect someone who pushes back, laughs too loudly, fires back at every cold remark, and somehow - without even trying - starts making the Chankimha estate feel like home. Freen falls first. Freen falls harder. But it will be Becky - brave, unguarded, terrifyingly honest Becky - who says it out loud first. Because she has never been afraid of her own heart. Only of never being chosen. --- A slow-burn GL romantic suspense set in Bangkok. Sharp banter, quiet tenderness, dangerous secrets - and a love that was never meant to happen. But some things were always inevitable 💛

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.

# Prologue **Two Years Ago** The music is too loud. I can't stop laughing. "Becky, slow down," Irin says. Someone stops me from reaching for another drink. Saint's twin. Freen. "I think you've had enough." "Where's Saint?" I slur. "Work emergency," she says quietly. The room spins. I stumble toward the exit. Three guys block my path, saying disgusting things. Freen steps in front of me. "She's with me. Back off." They don't listen until security comes. In her car, everything's fuzzy. Her gentle hands helping me to the door. Waiting while I fumble with keys. When I turn to thank her, she's so close. Gold flecks in her dark eyes. The kiss happens before I can think. Soft. Perfect. I pull away, mumbling apologies. She backs into the shadows. I stumble inside and pass out. **The Next Morning** Saint calls early. "Beck, I'm so sorry about last night. Are you okay?" "What do you mean?" "The guys bothering you. I'm so glad I could help you get away from them." I frown. "You were there?" "Of course. I couldn't let anything happen to you. I was so worried when I saw those guys cornering you. Thank God I got you home safely." My head hurts too much to think clearly. "Thank you." "You don't remember much, do you? You were pretty drunk. That's probably for the best. Just know that I'll always protect you, Beck." Warmth spreads through my chest. Saint saved me. Saint protected me. That's when I fall in love with him. **Present Day** I'm staring at my reflection in the wrinkled wedding dress. "Becky? The car is here." The car to take me to marry the wrong twin. Saint left me at the altar this morning. Gone. Now I have to marry Freen. The woman who barely speaks to me. Who avoids me. I don't understand why she dislikes me so much. In an hour, I'll marry someone who can't even look me in the eye. Someone who isn't Saint.

another FreenBecky. Tryna do something more....... matured.

A FreenBecky story where in Freen is betrayed by her Ex - Girlfriend and own brother then met her UNEXPECTED Trigger warning⚠️🔞 Girl P*n*s Matured content Read at your own risk