I am happy with my current boyfriend. That's what my heart tells me every day. But why did my heart pound vigorously like I was on fire that could combust every time I saw that woman? At this moment, my heart beats faster and hotter, anticipating something I meant to feel all this time. What does the heart want? Disclaimer: This story has nothing to do with the real life of the characters. Strictly fiction only!

The Waraha family and the Austin family had long shared a close friendship, to the point where they agreed to establish a company together - Waratin Group. As a symbol of trust and generational legacy, their daughters, Engfa Waraha and Charlotte Austin, were appointed as co-CEOs of the company. However, what was thought to be a decision that would unite the two families instead became the beginning of an unexpected conflict. Engfa and Charlotte despised each other - not because of some major event or clear grudge, but rather a hatred whose origin they themselves couldn't explain. Whenever they met, arguments were inevitable. Their opinions rarely aligned, and every conversation easily turned into a quarrel. Frustrations and anger often spilled over onto their respective teams. Engfa's team consisted of Nessa, Aoom, and Patcha, while Charlotte's was made up of Tina, Malin, and Snack. The situation grew even more complicated when Charlotte hired a new staff member, a beautiful and talented woman named Lingling Kwong. Since Lingling's arrival, Charlotte became more open and spent much of her time with her new staff. Unexpectedly, Lingling was secretly harboring feelings for Charlotte. Engfa began to notice something strange within herself. She felt uneasy whenever she saw the closeness between Charlotte and Davika. Jealousy ? But why ? She had never liked Charlotte... or had she ? Things grew even more tangled when Engfa ran into an old friend from university, Jeff Satur, a man who once had feelings for her. His presence sparked yet another conflict - because this time, Charlotte seemed uncomfortable seeing Engfa with him. Two hearts, both denying their true feelings, were now confronted with one big question: Do they truly hate each other... or are they hiding something much deeper ?

Rebecca Armstrong is ready to start her medical internship at Bangkok General, but nothing could prepare her for the unexpected surprise that awaits in the form of Dr. Freen Sarocha Chankimha.

Why, Freen? Why did you do this?" Becky cried, her voice trembling. "Baby, I can explain," Freen pleaded, trying to hug her, but Becky pushed her away, both of them in tears. Now, years after their painful breakup, fate brings them together again. Will they reconcile and rediscover the love that once bound them, or are some threads meant to unravel forever?

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.

Rebecca Patricia Armstrong was born with the world in her palm-the only heir to the Armstrong Empire, the richest family on Earth. As the youngest and fiercest CEO in history, she commands respect with a single glance and shatters egos with a single word. Cold, entitled, and dangerously alluring, Becky lives by one rule: What Becky wants, Becky gets. Freen Sarocha Chankimha has nothing but a brilliant mind and an aching emptiness she can't explain. Working three jobs to survive, living alone in a dusty one-bedroom apartment, and haunted by fragmented dreams of a life she doesn't remember, Freen is a mystery even to herself. Her friends believe she's a once-in-a-century genius-her IQ far surpassing even Einstein and Newton-but Freen? She just wants peace... and maybe, something-or someone-to believe in. Their paths should never have crossed. But when Becky meets the poor, stubborn girl who doesn't fall at her feet, something inside her shifts. What starts as a game to break Freen's pride slowly becomes an obsession neither of them can control. This a Freenbecky Adaptation The story is not mine credit to original Author @Bp_hiu Enjoyyyyy Guysssss 🫰❤️ Freen g!p

Freen adored the company of only one woman - Rebecca. She dreamed of confessing her feelings one day, yet she never dared. This infatuation seemed frivolous to her, and so she chose to keep it locked away. She didn't want to ruin their easy, familiar dynamic. They understood each other so well - friends, neighbors, people who could trust one another. And Freen refused to shatter that, to create awkwardness between them. So when Becky asked the one question Freen never expected, she simply froze. Apparently, the potential discomfort didn't faze Becky in the slightest. Freen swallowed. This was everything she wanted - and at the same time, everything she couldn't allow herself to have. ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ The original story is not mine. It has been rewritten by me and adapted for FreenBecky. Please note: This story contains G!P Freen and many very explicit sex scenes. If this makes you uncomfortable, kindly refrain from reading. ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ Sorry in advance for any mistakes - English isn't my first language.

Engfa and Charlotte were getting divorced after two years of marriage. The night Charlotte gave Engfa the divorce papers, they had a big fight, and Engfa left without looking back. 10 years later after Engfa's departure, on the night of February 15th-her 31st birthday, she was surprised to receive a knock from her door when she wasn't really expecting anyone since she had fled her hometown and traveled all the way to the capital. What surprised her the most was when she opened the door, a grinning kid was standing in her doorsteps, claiming to be her own child. Or Englot as SwanQueen in OUAT S1Ep1 but with a different twist and flow of the story. ENGLOT AU

At the peak of her luminous fame, Charlotte Austin - flawless, untouchable - takes center stage in a daring new series penned by the fierce and uncompromising Engfa Waraha. But to Engfa, Charlotte is no brilliant muse. She is a hollow idol wrapped in beauty and vanity, a polished mask hiding a heart long since emptied. Content Warning: This fanfic contains heavy emotional themes, including depression, emotional pain, and angst. It may be triggering for some readers. Please proceed with caution - this story is not for the faint of heart. Reader discretion is strongly advised. This fanfiction is a work of fiction. I do not intend to offend or insult any of the real people mentioned in it. The character portrayals are fictional interpretations and do not reflect the actual behavior or personalities of the celebrities. I hope for your understanding.

For five years, Faye Peraya Malisorn, 31, the enigmatic CEO of Thailand's most powerful entertainment company, and Yoko Apasra Letpresart, 24, a rising star under her label, have shared a love that lived only in shadows. In the public eye, they were boss and artist; in private, they were each other's solace. Yoko longed for more-more honesty, more freedom, more truth. Faye, protective of her empire and reputation, refused. That fragile balance shattered when a photo of them on a secret holiday in Italy leaked. Instead of facing the storm together, Faye chose silence, denial... and a cruel escape. Without consulting Yoko, Faye terminated her contract-breaking her professionally and personally-unaware that Yoko was bound by a Non-Disclosure Agreement drafted by Faye's own lawyers. Isolated in Hong Kong on assignment, Yoko returned home to find her career destroyed and her love dismissed. Tabloids called her a gold-digger, a mistress. But only they knew the truth. With unanswered calls, closed doors, and a broken heart, Yoko was pushed past her limit. One final time, she whispered Faye's name... before everything turned black. Saved only by a thread-and her father's desperate hands-Yoko survived, but not whole. Diagnosed with dissociative amnesia from psychological trauma and severe blood loss, her parents falsified her death and took her to the United States. A new name. A new life. A new beginning. Six years passed. Now 30, Nalin Letpresart is a brilliant young surgeon with no memory of her past fame, heartbreak, or the woman who once held her soul. But fate is cruelly persistent. When Faye, now a colder, emptier version of her former self, sees Nalin's photo in a global medical journal, the ground beneath her fractures. Can Faye face the sins of her silence? Can love survive when even memory has abandoned it? Or is some pain meant to be forgotten?