Lalisa Manoban's childhood dream shattered right in front of her eyes once she flickered her eyes open in an unfamiliar room. After a rough year of meeting the same psychiatrist over and over, also locked herself in the room weeping for the whole day, Lisa at last learn to move on and started a fresh new life. "May I know what is your name?" Politely, the drop-dead gorgeous lady asked me. Her face was full of curiosity, hope...and despair. "Lalisa Manoban." I flashed a toothy grin to the customer, kind of wanted to cheer her up. The cup of hot cocoa was trembling in her hand, created the berserk wave of her drink before it dropped upon the tiles and shattered in pieces. "N-no way..." She was as a stunt as a statue on her stand, her hand was freeze in the air while tears could be seen pooled in her eyes.

"I need you to stop bullying Reese." Oh, so it was because of her friend. "I-I will do anything, just make it stop." Her eyes softened along with her features. She must love this girl so much for her to do this. But it intrigued me, she will do anything. Jo was now looking down. I felt the need of reaching out to her, to comfort her and tell her that everything is gonna be okay, but again, I had to stop myself. What is happening to me? I was not like this. "So, you will do anything?" I asked her and it made her look at me. "Yes!" "Hmmmm..." I hummed while I circled around her, I know she was feeling nervous, and thinking that I made her feel that, I silently smiled in victory. "Just... Just tell me what you want!" "Feeling impatient are we?" I mocked her, I saw her clench her fist but I chose to ignore it. I stopped in front of her and stared at her intently before I spoke. "Be my girlfriend!" ________________________ A story that will make your heart smile and at the same time cry your heart out. Join me in discovering the life of Jo Thompson, the nobody and Brittany Anderson, the Queen B. __________________________________ TRIGGER WARNING! Some readers may find some of the chapters contains disturbing actions such as bullying, violence, physical harm, abuse, etc. that could be traumatizing to some. Readers' discretion is advised!

After a devastating breakup, Lisa wanted to prove that she's still a suitable partner while pursuing her career as she pretends to be in a relationship with her ex-girlfriend's sister.

When two of the most powerful families decide to merge their empires, they seal the deal with a wedding. Freen sarocha chamkimah, the sharp and stoic CEO of her family's tech conglomerate, views the arrangement as a strategic move-nothing more. Becky armstrong, a bold and free-spirited fashion designer, sees it as a personal catastrophe. Freen...hides behind her icy exterior, shielding her intersex identity and years of emotional walls. Becky, an outspoken lesbian with no patience for pretense, refuses to let anyone dictate her future. Their first meeting is a disaster, with insults flying faster than business proposals. But as they are forced into the spotlight-posing for cameras, dodging family meddling, and navigating awkward public events-the tension between them gives way to unexpected moments of vulnerability. Slowly, Freen and Becky ....begin to see past each other's defenses, discovering a connection neither anticipated. In a whirlwind of humor, heartache, and the constant chaos of family drama, Freen and Becky must confront their differences, their insecurities, and the undeniable chemistry threatening to turn this corporate merger into a love story. Mrs. & Mrs. sarocha is a hilarious and heartfelt journey of self-discovery, unlikely love, and two women learning that sometimes, the best deals come from the most unexpected partnerships. @All Right Reserved #freeky #freensarocha #beckyarmstrong #freen #becky #intersex #lgbtq #girlxgirl

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𝘋𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳. 𝘔𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵. 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴. 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘺 𝘍𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘤é 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. "𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱..." 𝘐 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳. 𝘋𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘶𝘣𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘺, 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘢𝘯. 𝘐 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩. "𝘋𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦.. 𝘑𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮." 𝘐 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥. "𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸." 𝘋𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘶𝘣 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘵. 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧. 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘰 𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥.. 𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬. "𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘋𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦." 𝘐 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘴. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯. 𝘔𝘺 𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘺

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