Two orphans formed a strong bond as they faced life's challenges together. However, fate took them in different directions, leaving one behind. When one of them finally returns, they feel hopeful, only to find that the other has gone without a trace, creating feelings of longing and heartache. A LingOrm fanfic by SJ.

Loving Her Is A Poison: I'm Fully Aware, But She Is The Poison I'm willing To Take. Freenbecky AU The Story is not Mine Credit to the original Author @Mee Nam Hope You Like It🥰

Freen Sarocha Chankimha and Rebecca Armstrong are soulmates-and married. Yet, there is no love between them. Forced into marriage by their families and the rigid rules of society, they have been living a lie, trapped in a web of duty and expectations. Rebecca has always been in love with her best friend Irin, who seemed to return her feelings-or so she believed. Freen, an omega wolf with a quiet strength and a touch of masculinity, has loved Rebecca from the very beginning, long before they even discovered they were fated mates. But Rebecca's constant rejection of both her and their bond is slowly destroying her. After four years of a hollow marriage, Freen's body and spirit are nearing their breaking point. With an omega who is fading fast, will Rebecca finally let go of the illusions she's been clinging to and open her heart? Or will Freen be forced to save herself by walking away from the pain of a love that was never returned? Perhaps this time, the Moon Goddess made a mistake. For how can fire and water ever blend, when one is destined to consume the other? ⚠️this story is not mine, I just adapted it to Beckfreen fanfic credit goes to original author @TaeTanGukks⚠️ ⚠️BECKY G!P⚠️

Freen's job had certain rules, show up early, stay invisible, and never get in Becky Armstrong's way. But one unexpected meeting, one unspoken glance, and suddenly the lines between personal and professional start to blur dangerously.

Freen lived a quiet life in a small house, caring for her old parents and younger sister. Intersex, poor, and busy surviving..love was a luxury she couldn't afford. Becky, daughter of one of Thailand's richest families, had never loved a girl before. Never needed to. Until she met Freen-kind, real, different. They shared secret nights. One mistake changed everything. Becky got pregnant. Her world collapsed. Ashamed and scared, she turned on Freen. "You ruined my life," she spat, tears falling. "I should've never met you." Freen didn't argue. Just stood there, silent, heart breaking. Becky left.

Offline reading purposes only. When they first met, he is the aloof and remote high deity of Chang Liu, whereas she secretly sneaked in by transforming into a small insect lying on the tree but was blown off into his wine cup. "Accidentally fell down?" His smile is mild but merciful, that was the only time in her life that she saw him like that even if for a mere insect. Because of a one year pact, she did everything possible just so she will be able to eventually call him shifu. "Shifu why do you accept me as a disciple?" He did not reply but gave her a small bell as a present, stroking her head lightly. A shadowy figure in a billowing white robe, standing visibly on top of the stone daily, overlooking the hills. She vowed that she will never let him feel lonely anymore. But the frequent companionship and mutual support in Heartless Hall finally came to an end. To save him, she committed a really big blunder. However ...... "A mistake is still a mistake." He remained indifferent. Eighty-one overwhelming nails, as well as the highly raised unbreakable sword. Shifu, do you know how painful it is to be hurt by the person you love most? Do you know when you feel sorrow to the extreme but still holding on to the happy memories, unwilling to forget, longing day and night for that person is how painful and pitiful? I don't believe in good, don't believe in evil, don't believe in happiness, but I believe in you! So, with a smile she did not give up, even if that love is colder than death

# 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.

Rebecca "Becky" Armstrong, a famous young actress, and "Freen" Sarocha Chankimha, a fiercely ambitious architect, share a love that once burned brightly. But as their careers pull them in opposite directions, their marriage is tested by unspoken fears, insecurities, and the crushing weight of expectations. Freen battles the ache of feeling unworthy of Becky's love, while Becky longs for the connection and intimacy they've lost. With media scrutiny and personal doubts threatening to tear them apart, they face an agonizing question: Can their love survive the distance, or will their once-unbreakable bond shatter beyond repair? ---- This is my first original story, and of course it's a fanfiction. None of this is real-it all exists only in my imagination. ---- ((This story contains heavy angst, slow burn and mature content. Reader discretion is advised))

Becky Armstrong, a wealthy woman navigating a broken relationship with her girlfriend Lux, finds herself unexpectedly crossing paths with Freen Chankhima, a spirited but struggling waitress. Desperate to save face during an upcoming trip to England, Becky offers Freen a contract, to pretend to be her girlfriend for a month. What starts as a simple agreement soon becomes complicated, as the two women begin to develop real feelings for each other.

Rebecca tracks Freen across America, trying to make things right. _____ FreenBecky converted. Original story by ©cIomIe44