Freen Sarocha Chankimha-Zheng had recently caught her husband (Victor Zheng) with a Dominatrix, she was shocked, angry and felt betrayed but beneath all of that she secretly felt intrigued... Under the guidance of her Seriously Sexy Divorce Lawyer- Rebecca Patricia Armstrong, she begins exploring her own darkest desires... But when every encounter makes them push their boundaries-both physically and emotionally... Who will surrender, their minds that craves skin or their hearts that craves soul... Disclaimer 🚨📢 The idea of this story strictly belongs to the App "Choices:Stories You Play" © Pixelberry! Please keep in mind, I do NOT own or claim the idea of the story. This will be a #BeckFreen AU🤍 Please be advised this is a Mature Story🔞 It contains explicit BDSM elements (Bondage, Dominance/Discipline, Submission, Sadism/Masochism), rich mature/sexual scenes, roleplay, strong language, and consensual power exchange. If any of this is not your cup of tea, please skip or avoid reading. Your comfort comes first. Its a GirlxGIP Stort... Becky Armstrong - GIP Please Note: This is purely fictional fanfic (AU). No relation to real people, events, or lives. For entertainment only.

[The Chankimha's #1] (it's a Multiverses Story) If you're looking for a heroine, Sarocha is NOT it. However, if you've been craving a villain, then by all means, welcome to the dark and twisted world of Freen Sarocha Chankimha. This story is not mine, I just translated it to English and did some changes. Credit goes to Susan_Vaz G!P

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Becky Armstrong grows up hearing that she has no soulmate, something she can't confirm for herself because she's been blind since birth. Freen, on the other hand, is searching for a soulmate whose name leads nowhere, because according to everyone else, the Armstrongs never had a daughter. How can she have a soulmate who doesn't exist?

"..So soft and warm little princess, I can't wait to break you .." Freen growled against Becky's ear, her breath hot, eyes glowing hungry in the darkness "..pl..please, don't hurt me, alpha freen.." Becky's voice trembled as her body surrender to the commanding alpha scent. Freen's hand tightened around Becky more, pulling her close until there is no space. "..Shh..I will take everything from you, just like your father did to me.." Becky soft sobs echoed through the stone halls. ".. pl..please, I'm your mate.." Freen laughed out loud, but there was no humour in it, just the mockery. "..and I'm your hell.." Will the hate and revenge filled freen's heart melts for softness of Becky? Enjoy 🌷😉

Rain poured over Bangkok, neon lights flickering in the alley where Irin stood, clutching a chip that could unravel the Crimson Lotus Syndicate. Freen Sarocha emerged from the shadows, her presence commanding. "You shouldn't be alone," she warned, taking the chip from Irin's trembling hands. "I'll protect it-and you." But as Irin fled, a figure watched from the darkness. Miles away, Becky Armstrong sat surrounded by photos of her missing sister, Irin, her eyes locked on Freen's name. "I'll make her pay," she vowed, her voice cold with vengeance. A storm brewed, setting two worlds on a collision course, bound by a Red Vow of blood and passion. ⚠️ Mature scenes

Freen and Becky have always been inseparable-neighbors, best friends, and the kind of constant that doesn't need words. Becky is always there: saving her a seat, tightening her helmet strap, sharing soup on quiet nights, and flashing the porch light across the yard so Freen never feels alone. But when a new classmate, Heng, starts pulling at Freen's attention, Becky's protectiveness sharpens into something harder to ignore. What looks like simple care begins to feel like something more-something Freen can't quite name, and something Becky refuses to admit. Between library afternoons, balcony talks, and unspoken messages that pass in the dark, Freen begins to realize that not all love is loud. Sometimes it lives in the things left unsaid, the choices made in silence, the line drawn and redrawn between just friends and something else. Because in the end, it's not about coffee, or noodles, or study notes. It's about her. It's always been about her. Because it's you.

BeckFreen | GL | BDSM | 18+ Explicit | Angst & Healing Inspired from the Yuri - Lilith! Freen Sarocha hides behind a perfect smile. By day, she's the beloved senior teacher. By night, she's suffocating-collared and whipped by her manipulative boss, Heidi, who owns every breath she takes. Then Becky Armstrong returns. The junior teacher who once worshipped "P'Freen" from afar. Sweet. Innocent. Until one late-night glimpse through a cracked door changes everything. Becky sees Freen on her knees. Begging. Broken. Something dark awakens inside her. A hunger to command. To claim. To make Freen kneel only for her. Heidi won't let go without a fight. Jealous. Cruel. Dangerous. But Freen is tired of not breathing. One whip. One whisper. One choice. And everything could shatter... or finally feel like freedom. Warning: This story contains explicit BDSM, power dynamics, emotional abuse (from villain), and mature themes. Read at your own risk. Consensual only between main couple.

Freen Sarocha Chankimha is the world's most powerful self-made billionaire, the visionary behind the global empire FSC Fashion. At twenty-seven, she is an icon of grace and success-but the runway is a lie. Behind the high-fashion front, Freen is the calculated leader of Thailand's most feared mafia syndicate. Becky Armstrong is the daughter of the British Ambassador, a law student with a future as bright as her pedigree. She lives a life of order, justice, and privilege-until her father, John Armstrong, makes a fatal mistake. To cover a trail of government corruption, he takes a loan from the wrong person. When the debt comes due and the money is gone, the "Billionaire" comes to collect. When Freen storms the Armstrong mansion, she doesn't want the money. Her eyes land on Becky, and the ultimatum is set: The debt is cleared if Becky becomes her wife. The wedding is a cold, hollow ceremony of hatred. Becky loathes the woman who bought her; Freen is enchanted by the girl she trapped. They live as enemies under one roof, bound by a contract that strictly forbids Freen from touching her. But one night, a haze of alcohol burns through the resentment. The wall of "never" crumbles as the physical distance closes. When they sober up mid-clinch, they discover the one thing they can't deny: they are a disaster in every room of the house, but they are perfection in the bedroom. --- The debt is paid. The marriage is a warzone. But the sex? That's the only thing they aren't fighting about.

A rebel on a bicycle, a perfectionist with a glare - and one shared infinity between them