Freen was a strikingly beautiful and formidable woman, confident in her success, until an existential crisis prompted her to question her very being. In contrast, Becky exuded warmth and joy but found herself vulnerable and seeking solace amid challenging circumstances. When their paths crossed, an unexpected agreement emerged, one that would irrevocably transform their lives in unimaginable ways. ------------------------------------ This is my original story on AO3 and I decided to put this on WattPad. It's my first time, so please go easy on me. Thank you and I hope you enjoy this fic.

Freen, once an angel, is banished to Earth for falling in love with someone forbidden. Stripped of her memories, she now works as a couples therapist, tasked to help others rekindle love but unable to experience it ever again. One day a new patient starts triggering vivid flashbacks of Freen's forgotten past with a simple touch. As memories resurface, Freen struggles with her own thoughts and what to do with them. Does love always win? A story about a fallen angel and her demons.

Stripped of her memories and cast down to the mortal realm, Aphrodite, hidden in the mortal form (Rebecca), was forced to traverse a world she barely understood- an existence devoid of her memories of grandeur and divinity. Though she bore the title of the goddess of love, her heart was a blank canvas, untouched by the sweet experiences or painful longings that love entailed. Meanwhile, on the opposite side of the earth, Freen stumbled through her ordinary existence, untouched by the knowledge of the divines. Life had dealt her a harsh hand; after losing her parents, she had been forced to learn the art of survival in a world that seemed relentlessly unforgiving. Alone and isolated, devoid of loving hands to guide her, Freen's heart yearned for the warmth of affection that had always eluded her. Would the paths of these two young women, so starkly contrasted in their origins and experiences, ever converge? And in the grand tapestry of existence, could there truly be fairness in love and war, of mortals and primordial gods?

It was almost the end of winter in Thailand, approaching the end of February. The cool breeze sends subtle chills through their bodies, but the conversation is anything but light. You don't know what an orgasm is Bec?" asked the older girl. She felt herself flustered as she refused to face her and instead buried herself among the fluffy pillows and suffocating comforter that divided them like a wall on her king-size bed. That night, the flowers of the flame tree outside her window fell gracefully as the wind swayed the fickle branches. The damp ground awaits to receive every petal. And that night, her innocence succumbs to receive the same fate. Each moan and shiver lays delicately upon the mercy of the hands of the girl beside her. Her body pleading for it to be claimed, to mark her for the very first time, to taint her soul, to smear malice over her purity, to defile her femininity. "Freeenn..." "Shh.. let phi take care of you nong. I'll be gentle, I promise." ©️All Rights Reserved