It is a story of regret. An intersex girl, Freen Chankima, has a big crush on the daughter of the owner of the university and the campus crush, Becky Armstrong, who has never tired of saying that she is straight as a ruler. But what if the time comes when these two are going to become one through an arranged marriage? Is Becky going to fall? Can Freen keep waiting? Or will one fall in love when the other has already started giving up? Stay tuned! Characters Freen Chankima Pretty, handsome, tall, sweet, kind, rich, and intersex. Yes, she has a male body part, but only her family and close friends know. She comes from a rich family. Her dad and Becky's dad are close friends. She has a crush on Becky Armstrong, the daughter of the owner of the university where she studies. Becky Armstrong Pretty, savage, rich, and strongly believes she is straight. Just like she always says: "I will never like Freen. I'm absolutely straight... eww."

Rebecca Armstrong is a machine. As the most ruthless, brilliant corporate attorney in Bangkok, she has built impenetrable walls around her life. To keep her suffocating, billionaire family off her back, she entered an ironclad fake marriage with her gay best friend. It was the perfect, emotionless arrangement. Until the ghost she spent eight years searching for buys her law firm. Sarocha "Freen" Chankimha used to be the untouchable campus menace. Now, she is a terrifyingly wealthy, incredibly dangerous corporate CEO. Eight years ago, Freen took the fall for a violent crime to protect Becky's flawless reputation, vanishing into the dark to let her Princess shine in the light. Now, Freen is back to reclaim what belongs to her. But when she discovers Becky is married-and allegedly pregnant-the fiercely possessive CEO is forced to step back. What Freen doesn't know is that the marriage is a legal shield, the baby is a vindictive lie, and Becky is furious enough to use both to completely destroy the woman who abandoned her. It's a high-stakes game of corporate chess, toxic jealousy, and lethal attraction. But when the red flag you're supposed to run from is the only person who can make your heart beat... how long can you keep the walls up?

Clock Out, Clothes Off By day, Becky and Freen are openly hostile co-workers. Their bickering is legendary sharp words, cutting remarks, and arguments that leave the office holding its breath. Freen is mouthy, reckless, and unafraid to provoke. Becky is calm, controlled, and ice-cold in the middle of every fire. Everyone assumes they despise each other. They're not wrong. But when the office lights dim and the doors lock after hours, hatred turns into something far more dangerous. Behind closed doors, their anger finds a different outlet. The same sharp words become fuel, the same tension ignites into something intense and addictive. Freen pushes buttons she knows she shouldn't. Becky never raises her voice but she always makes Freen pay for it, on her own terms. What starts as a secret, volatile arrangement becomes impossible to contain. The line between loathing and desire blurs as deadlines loom, jealousy creeps in, and the risk of being discovered grows. Neither of them wants to admit what's really happening because admitting it would mean facing the truth. They don't just hate each other. They ATE each other (RAW) They crave the fire they create together. 'Clock Out, Clothes Off' is a story about obsession disguised as anger, desire sharpened by resentment and two women who use hate as an excuse to keep touching.

Becky Armstrong is 23, but the world treats her like she's broken. Born premature into a wealthy family, she grows up protected by the only people who truly love her her parents. Freen Chankimha, 27 is powerful, cold, and untouchable or so everyone believes. A self-made CEO and an intersex woman, Freen trusts no one. Control is her survival, and emotions are a risk she refuses to take. After Becky's parents die, her world collapses. And when Becky looks at Freen and asks, "Are you still my safe person?" everything changes. Its Gip Story Freen is (intersex) if you're uncomfortable skip becuse its have 🔞 scenes All characters, events, and situations are completely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. All rights and credits are originally mine.

Freen is the Prime Minister's daughter, fearless, chaotic, spoiled, and never serious about anyone. her heart? Untouched. Waiting. Becky is a village girl, introvert, shy, invisible to the world, too kind for her own good. She's never known what it feels like to be someone's priority. One wrong turn. One glance and the most fearless girl in Thailand finally found the one person who made her knees weak. But love isn't free when one comes from a mansion and the other from a mud house. "Live here. No money. No privilege. 6 months. Prove it or lose her forever." Can a spoiled city girl survive farming, village rules, and a father who wants her gone? Can a shy village girl learn to speak up when someone finally gives her a reason to?

Freen and Becky have been best friends since high school and went to the same university. They were very close to each other to the point where people surrounding thought they were in a relationship. Indeed, the statement might have some truth, as Becky had a secret affair with Freen a while back. However, Freen doesn't look at Becky this way and only treats her like a sister. But Freen's feelings changed towards Becky when someone meddled in their life. Is she limiting that someone because she's overprotective of Becky or because she felt jealous? Disclaimer: Fiction story only.

Rebecca Patricia Armstrong is fire. At twenty-three, she is the quiet CEO of Armstrong Enterprises. Cold, powerful, and always in control. Five years ago, her wedding went wrong. The groom ran away. So her grandfather found a replacement. Freen Sarocha Chankimha. An orphan. Uneducated. Too loud for rich people. Too mischievous for rules. A storm. And somehow... the storm became the husband of the fire. Their marriage was never love. It was duty. Now they live in the Armstrong mansion with their four-year-old daughter Mon-a tiny thunder who runs around screaming "Daddy!" and causing daily chaos. Becky is fire. Freen is storm. Mon is thunder. The mansion is tired. The fire never looks at the storm. But the storm is still there... cooking, driving, gardening, and accidentally annoying rich relatives. And somewhere in this marriage of duty- someone is actually enjoying the duty a little too much. Captain. 🌩️⚡🔥 --- Freen G!P ---

Rebecca Armstrong has always lived a charmed life where she was pampered, adored, and effortlessly the center of attention. At twenty-one, she's never once had to chase anyone's interest... until the day she comes home and meets her brother's new business partner. Sarocha Chamkimha is everything Rebecca isn't: elegant, controlled, and intimidatingly composed. At thirty-two, she has perfected the art of keeping people at a distance. And unlike everyone else in Rebecca's world, she doesn't melt under a bright smile or playful charm. She barely looks at her. That single indifference changes everything. Suddenly, Rebecca finds herself drawn to the one woman who seems completely unaffected by her. And Sarocha, despite her icy professionalism, begins to see through the sparkly exterior to the sincerity and warmth underneath. As the family's business expansion pulls them closer and as feelings Rebecca never expected deepen, both women must decide whether to resist the growing tension between them... or surrender to something neither of them planned for.

Rich families, bitter rivalry, and six women whose hearts and loyalties are tested-love, secrets, and chaos collide in a world where nothing is as it seems.

"I-I m-made a m-mistake... P-please... l-let me go... I-I'll n-never do it again," he sobbed, his body trembling. But his pleading only seemed to strengthen her resolve. She took a slow step closer, her expression as cold as stone. "That wasn't a mistake," she said, her voice rising. "THAT WAS A CHOICE! A FREAKING CHOICE! " she screamed, her face twisted with rage. She reached down and picked up a jagged shard of glass from the floor, its sharp edge gleaming faintly in the dim light. The man began to scream before she even moved. "N-No! P-Please! No!" he wailed, shaking uncontrollably. Without hesitation, she brought the glass down across his chest, slicing through his flesh. Blood spilled from the fresh wound, pooling on the floor. She didn't stop. Over and over, she slashed, her movements precise and relentless. His screams echoed off the walls until they turned into broken, gurgling cries. "Does it hurt?" she hissed, her voice low and venomous. "Good. You deserve every second of this." Warning - G!P ( Becky)