For Public Prosecutor Becky Armstrong, that constant source of irritation comes in the form of a certain blonde rookie cop who seems to have made it her personal mission to push every single one of Becky's carefully maintained buttons. Officer Freen Sarocha Chakminha has this maddening habit of showing up in Becky's perfectly ordered world with that cocky grin, smart-mouthed comments, and a reckless streak that drives the by-the-book prosecutor absolutely crazy. At first, Becky tells herself she can't stand the newbie's attitude-the way Freen always seems to be testing boundaries, the way she never backs down from Becky's sharp remarks, and the way she keeps finding excuses to schedule unnecessary meetings at the prosecutor's office. It's infuriating, really, or at least that's what Becky keeps telling herself when her heart rate picks up every time that business card gets another call. But lately, something's been shifting in ways Becky doesn't want to examine too closely. When Freen doesn't show up for their scheduled appointments, Becky finds herself staring at the clock and wondering where the blonde troublemaker could be. And when those mischievous eyes meet hers across the courtroom or conference table, Becky starts to wonder if maybe-just maybe-this constant battle of wills isn't as unwelcome as she's been pretending. What happens when the prosecutor realizes that all this attention from her favorite pain-in-the-ass officer might be exactly what she's been craving all along? And what's she supposed to do when she starts feeling things that could get them both in serious professional trouble?

Becky Armstrong's life was once a picture-perfect painting-every brushstroke smooth, every color in place. But one tragic car accident shattered that canvas like glass hitting concrete. In the aftermath, she's left clutching the broken pieces, trying to rebuild a world for herself and her young daughter, even as grief clings to her like a shadow at dusk. Seeking comfort in familiarity, Becky moves to Bangkok, hoping the warmth of family might stitch together the torn seams of her heart. But fate has other plans. Enter Freen Chankimha-magnetic, mysterious, and infamous in ways Becky can't yet grasp. Meeting her is like stepping into a storm: thrilling, unpredictable, and impossible to ignore. As Becky's life begins to shift again, she must ask herself-can this new chapter bring healing, or is it just another twist in a story she never meant to write? ----- converted fanfic :)

I have a talent for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. That's how it started. A Friday night. An unlocked gate. A private garden that was very clearly not the networking event I came from. I should have turned back. I didn't. What followed was possibly the most embarrassing sixty seconds of my adult life. And the woman who witnessed every single second of it - Composed. Unreadable. Looking at me like I was something she genuinely could not explain. I told myself I'd never see her again. I was wrong. --- Becky Armstrong. Twenty-six years old. Youngest CEO in Armstrong Industries' history. My new client. Monday morning. Boardroom. Same eyes. Same composure. I thought about the orchids. --- Here's what I didn't know then - my sister had something to do with all of it. More than I realised. More than she admitted. And Becky Armstrong, the most put-together person in any room she walks into? She's hiding something too. Something small. Something she puts away quickly when she thinks no one is looking. I'm looking. -- Some unlocked gates lead somewhere you never expected to stay. - An Original Story

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.

**Synopsis** In the high-stakes world of Bangkok's busiest hospital and courtrooms, Dr. Freen Sarocha is a brilliant pediatric surgeon who saves lives with steady hands and a quiet intensity. Attorney Rebecca "Becky" Armstrong is a sharp, ambitious lawyer known for winning impossible cases - even if it means going up against the hospital itself. When Becky collapses from exhaustion in the ER, their first meeting is anything but romantic: it's a clash of fire and ice, bossy doctor versus stubborn lawyer. What begins as professional warfare over a high-profile malpractice suit quickly spirals into something far more complicated when a vulnerable child's case forces them to work together. Thrown into late-night strategy sessions, hospital galas, emergency calls, and unexpected moments of vulnerability, Freen and Becky discover that beneath the heated arguments and sharp banter lies an undeniable spark. As lawsuits threaten careers, family pressures mount, and their carefully guarded hearts are put on the line, they must decide whether to keep fighting each other... or fight for a love that could heal them both. A slow-burn, enemies-to-lovers medical-legal romance filled with witty banter, heartfelt moments, chaotic hospital comedy, and the kind of chemistry that refuses to stay professional. ©️ Original Story!

Freen Sarocha, a woman scarred by betrayal and loss, runs a flower shop that's her only refuge. Her once-vibrant spirit is buried under guilt and pain from her girlfriend Heidi's infidelity, her sister's tragic death, and a childhood fire that claimed her mother. Cold and distant, Freen vows never to love again. Enter Becky Armstrong, a bright and determined lawyer who stumbles into Freen's world through mutual friends. Despite a rocky start, an undeniable spark grows between them. As Becky learns about Freen's past and her hidden warmth, she embarks on a mission to break through Freen's walls and help her believe in love again. Through emotional highs, anxious lows, and moments of laughter, their journey weaves a tale of healing, trust, and rediscovered love.

Becky has always believed life should follow a strict plan: law school, textbooks instead of dates, and no reckless choices. But one night changes everything. A sudden rainstorm. A motorbike with a rabbit sticker. A smile from a stranger who knows far too much about Becky - and always shows up when she's lost. Freen is chaos in a leather jacket, a mystery with a camera around her neck. She teases, flirts, unsettles... and keeps glancing at her old-fashioned watch as if the countdown has already begun. Becky is certain this girl is hiding something dangerous. Yet the more time they spend together, the harder it becomes to separate the game from the truth. And when the clock runs out, a choice will have to be made.

It's just a contract," she said. But she never warned me contracts could come with collars. When struggling fashion designer Becky Armstrong signs a one-year marriage deal with Bangkok's coldest CEO, Freen Sarocha, she thinks she's trading freedom for survival. What she doesn't expect is the control. The rules. The way Freen's eyes burn through silk and secrets alike. Or the way every kiss in public starts to feel dangerously real behind closed doors. But fake love comes at a price-and in this world of glass offices, jealousy games, and whispered moans under expensive sheets, someone always pays in more than just money. As loyalty tangles with lust and old scars resurface, Becky must decide: Is she falling for the woman behind the contract... or just breaking under her terms? A dark, seductive slow-burn filled with fake vows, power play, and dangerously real obsession. > Fake marriage was the easy part. Surviving her touch is another story.

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.