𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐡𝐚 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐦𝐡𝐚 She had it all-success, charm, control. But a reckless dare from her friends in a drunken L.A night cost her the only thing that ever truly mattered: Becky. Now in London under the guise of business, Freen watches from the shadows, unable to move on, consumed by guilt and a longing that borders on obsession. 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐜𝐚 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚 𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 Becky has rebuilt her life, hiding secrets of her own, including a new relationship and a past she's buried deep. But old wounds have a way of bleeding again. Now one question remains: Will redemption be enough to rewrite mistake of the past? ------------------------------ 'Still Yours" is a sequel of 'Forced Into You'. It can be read as a standalone but if you want a deeper understanding of this, you can read the prequel story.

Freen Sarocha Chamkimha, CEO of the largest modeling company in Asia. Rebbeca Patricia Armstrong, daughter of the CEO of one of the largest entertainment company in Thailand. When Freen Sarocha Chankimha is forced into a marriage with Rebecca Patricia Armstrong, neither of them expect anything but duty to fulfill their parents wishes. But beyond the fake smiles and pretending, lies a slow-burn tension neither of them can ignore. When it all began with a deal with their family, it turned into a twisted game of growing feelings for one another that they cannot deny. But secrets and betrayal threaten to crash the walls that they built around themselves, with Freen's past that still haunts her and Becky's heartbreak. In a world where everything is staged, will they be brave enough to fight for a love that was never supposed to exist? ------------------------------ Freen(G!P)

This story is a season 2 of 'A Chance Encounter'. It is an adapted fanfiction of Rizzoli and Isles and I do not own the story. First story was converted by Stone 098. Adapting this story to Freenbecky fanfiction as we love them!!! Credit goes to the original author :) Please read Season 1 before reading Season 2!!

Converted Fanfiction! Credit goes to original author!! Can be read as oneshot but each chapter is related to one another as a flow :) Enjoy!!

Freen g!p. The city hums with unseen currents-whispers beneath the pavement, shadows that flicker just out of sight. Some people call it magic. Others, superstition. For Freen, it's the pulse of something older, something that thrums in her veins and echoes in the silence between heartbeats. She arrives at the company with a secret tucked beneath her skin: the truth of who she is, and the power she can't always control. The world outside is loud, but inside, she's learned to be quiet. To hide. To blend in. But Becky is different. She moves through the office like sunlight, warm and impossible to ignore. Her laughter lingers in the air, and her kindness is a balm Freen didn't know she needed. From the moment their worlds collide, Freen feels the storm inside her shift-something wild and hopeful stirring beneath the surface. There are dangers lurking, too. A presence watches from the edges, hungry and relentless. Seng Winchai. He wants what Becky has, and he'll use every trick in his supernatural arsenal to get it. Freen knows she can't run forever. Sooner or later, the storm will break. And when it does, Freen will have to choose: keep hiding, or let the echoes of her true self be heard-even if it means risking everything for the woman who sees past the veil.

The first time I lost her, it was raining. The second time, thunder cracked the sky. The third time, she was in my bed-but she wasn't mine. I used to believe silence was safety. That if I stayed quiet long enough, still enough, the world would forget I existed. It worked for a while. Until Becky Armstrong walked into my life with scraped knees, a crooked smile, and the kind of laugh that made silence feel like punishment. She was loud. Bright. Reckless. And I loved her-quietly, desperately. I never told her. Not when she kissed my cousin. Not when she kissed me. Not even when she said it meant nothing. So I left. I built a life out of steel and silence. And now she's here again-living in my house, breathing my air, asking for forgiveness I don't know how to give. She says she wants to be used. But I don't think she understands. I don't want to use her. I want to destroy her. And the worst part? I still love her. - Freen Sarocha Chakminha

In a city that hides its sins behind neon lights and whispered promises, Velvet Floor stands as an open secret. A club for the rich, the restless, the reckless - where dominance, submission, and anonymity rule the night. Freen Sarocha, 32, cold as ice and untouchable by choice, built her empire with secrets - including her own. Born intersex and surviving in a world hungry to tear down the different, Freen wields her wealth and power like a sword, never letting anyone close enough to draw blood. Becky Armstrong, 23, bright-eyed and stubborn, just wants to pass her journalism course and escape mediocrity. When her investigation points toward Velvet Floor and its hidden crimes, Becky sees the perfect chance to expose the truth - and make her name. But when curiosity turns into obsession, and the predator finally notices the prey, Becky realizes that some secrets aren't meant to be uncovered. And some monsters aren't born - they are made. In the clash between innocence and experience, who will kneel first? Disclaimer: 🔞🔞🔞 This story contains BDSM content and is intended strictly for a mature audience. It explores emotional intelligence, psychological, sexual, and potentially romantic themes. Freen is depicted as GIP. If you feel uncomfortable with such content, please skip this story. #1 in dominance #4 in identity

# 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.

Freen's POV - 6 years ago* "You're late, Sarocha!" I rushed into the charity gala, still in uniform. Everyone else looked fancy. I looked like I'd just arrested someone. Which I had. Then I saw her. Beautiful girl in a black dress, surrounded by boring old men. She looked... trapped. Like she'd rather be anywhere else. "That's Becky Armstrong," Nam whispered. "Armstrong Industries princess. Way out of your league." But something about how alone she looked... "I'm gonna talk to her." "FREEN, NO!" Too late. I was already walking over. "Ms. Armstrong? I'm Officer Freen Sarocha. Want to get some air?" She turned, brown eyes meeting mine, and smiled. A real smile. "I thought you'd never ask." --- Freen's POV - Present day I stare at the old photo on my desk. Becky and me, laughing at some café. So young. So happy. So unaware of what was coming. Five years since everything fell apart. My phone buzzes. Officer Sarocha? This is Richard Armstrong. We need your help. It's about my granddaughter... Roni. The daughter I've never met. "I'll be right there." I look at the photo one more time. Are you ready to see her again, Freen? No. But a child is missing. And despite everything, I'd still do anything for Becky. Even if it destroys me all over again.

The coffee was terrible, but Freen had bigger problems. Like the fact that she was about to meet the new prosecutor-some Harvard Law graduate who probably thought proper procedure was more important than actually catching criminals. She'd heard the rumors: uptight, by-the-book, the kind of lawyer who made cops rewrite reports for using "definitely" instead of "appeared to be." When Rebecca Armstrong walked up to her desk in her perfect charcoal suit and introduced herself with a handshake that screamed 'professional boundaries,' Freen knew the rumors were true. Beautiful, polished, and already frowning like Freen had disappointed her without even trying. Twenty minutes later, sitting across from each other in the conference room, they were practically glaring over case files. Rebecca wanted everything rewritten with "specific, observable details"-no conclusions, no interpretations, just facts. Freen wanted to solve crimes, not write dissertations. "You think proper procedure is useless if it lets criminals walk free," Rebecca had said, gathering her papers with sharp movements before leaving Freen alone with her terrible coffee and the distinct feeling that this was going to be the longest case of her career. She had no idea it would also change everything.