Synopsis: Rebecca Patricia Armstrong. That name alone makes everyone in the dark world shiver in fear. Her name alone could make anyone melt and bow down to the ground. She is a mafia princess. A leader. What makes her different from the others is that she's cold. Ruthless. Merciless. No one dares to go against her word or else, they would be in hell in a second. Freen Sarocha Chankimha. A simple woman who works at a high end bar. Just a simple woman who does everything in life just to survive. What happens when the two meet each other? What happens when Freen dares to enter Rebecca's world? What happens when the ice melts? But the more important question is, what happens when the other has a secret? ------------------------------------------------------------------

Freen Sarocha, a ruthless executive, and her girlfriend Becky Armstrong live a life built on absolute trust and Freen's fiercely guarded secret: she is an intersex woman with male anatomy. Their sanctuary is shattered when Jane Smith, a brilliant but malevolent new analyst, arrives. Jane is a ghost from Freen's past who knows the medical truth and immediately uses it as leverage, threatening to expose Freen and ruin Becky's career. Instead of yielding, Freen and Becky turn their love into their armor. They use their corporate skills to launch a counter-investigation, discovering Jane herself is running from a hidden weakness. The two women must now race to exploit Jane's secret before their own deepest vulnerability is made public. Ps. This is my first time writing a Fanfic, please bear with me.

Anin has been missing Pin dearly for many years. Not a single day goes by when she doesn't think of Pin, and writes to her. She waits for Pin's letters eagerly while pursuing her education in England. On the autumn term break of her fifth year, however, a surprise awaits her. A visit from her beloved brother... and from the one she craves the most. The problem is, does Pin feel the same way? Well, there's one way to find out... Cross posted from AO3

In Bangkok's criminal underworld, two rival mafia heirs-ice-cold strategist Freen Chankimha and reckless firebrand Becky Armstrong-are forced into an arranged marriage to unite their warring families. Bound by duty, fueled by years of hatred, and haunted by a violent past, their shared villa becomes a battlefield... and the first spark of something far more dangerous. Freen G!p

Becky has a secret crush on the Queen. So when she contests for the role of the Queen's sex partner, she's actually taking a big leap of faith. Does Becky get to live the fantasy she always dreamed of? Does Queen Freen want her enough to make her stay? Will the two of them survive the most apparent differences in their lives and their backgrounds? Is sex enough to make Becky stay? If G!P is not your thing don't read. (This is not my story I read a freenbeck version awhile back and can't find it anymore and really enjoyed it so that's why I'm rewriting it as freenbeck) Got this story from clexafantasy

She wanted to win. She ended up losing her mind instead. At university, Freen and Becky are known as fierce academic rivals-both brilliant, both unstoppable, and both desperate to stay on top. But behind Freen's cold eyes lies an obsession she's buried for years-an obsession named Becky. Every exam, every victory, every smirk hides the truth: Freen doesn't want to defeat Becky. She wants her. Needs her. Own her. But Becky isn't innocent either. Her room is filled with secrets-pictures, journals, and memories of a girl she claims to hate. As the line between rivalry and desire blurs, one truth becomes undeniable: This isn't love. It's control. And someone is about to lose it. A dark GL obsession tale where hatred is just love in disguise...*

Rebecca "Becky" Armstrong's life shatters the night her parents die in a tragic accident. Forced to leave behind everything she knows, she moves in with her aunt only to find herself trapped in a house of cruelty. Her relatives treat her less like family and more like a bank account, demanding money from her while offering no love or support. To survive, Becky works two, sometimes three jobs a day, wearing herself down to the bone. Even Janus-her charming boyfriend who once promised forever has become another weight she cannot bear. His lies, excuses, and dependency push her closer to the edge. With no hope in sight, Becky finds herself at the rooftop of a tall building one night, ready to end it all. But just as she's about to take the final step, a mysterious girl with striking brown eyes appears. Her arrival halts Becky's plan but is she there to save Becky, or to deliver another twist of fate?

Freen and Becky are both ambitious college students studying law at the same prestigious Royal Thai School of Law. They come from very different backgrounds, but share a fierce drive to succeed in their field. Freen, confident and assertive, often gives off an air of arrogance. She believes she's superior, not just in intellect but also in social status. Becky, on the other hand, is equally intelligent, but she has a strong sense of humility. She's hardworking and a little more reserved, which makes her view Freen's confidence as self-importance. Their rivalry is intense. Every group project, class discussion, and social interaction seems to escalate into arguments. Their debates and fights often spill into the hallways, making them infamous on campus. They have a constant back-and-forth-one day Becky insults Freen's way of thinking, the next day Freen criticizes Becky's lack of self-confidence. Neither can stand the other, and neither can back down. It's more than just competition-it's personal. However, when their parents announce that they're getting married. Both girls are blindsided by the news. Becky is furious, feeling betrayed by her mother for marrying Freen's father, and the idea of having to live with Freen, her sworn enemy, feels unbearable. Freen, though outwardly calm, is equally shocked and annoyed.

For Public Prosecutor Becky Armstrong, that constant source of irritation comes in the form of a certain blonde rookie cop who seems to have made it her personal mission to push every single one of Becky's carefully maintained buttons. Officer Freen Sarocha Chakminha has this maddening habit of showing up in Becky's perfectly ordered world with that cocky grin, smart-mouthed comments, and a reckless streak that drives the by-the-book prosecutor absolutely crazy. At first, Becky tells herself she can't stand the newbie's attitude-the way Freen always seems to be testing boundaries, the way she never backs down from Becky's sharp remarks, and the way she keeps finding excuses to schedule unnecessary meetings at the prosecutor's office. It's infuriating, really, or at least that's what Becky keeps telling herself when her heart rate picks up every time that business card gets another call. But lately, something's been shifting in ways Becky doesn't want to examine too closely. When Freen doesn't show up for their scheduled appointments, Becky finds herself staring at the clock and wondering where the blonde troublemaker could be. And when those mischievous eyes meet hers across the courtroom or conference table, Becky starts to wonder if maybe-just maybe-this constant battle of wills isn't as unwelcome as she's been pretending. What happens when the prosecutor realizes that all this attention from her favorite pain-in-the-ass officer might be exactly what she's been craving all along? And what's she supposed to do when she starts feeling things that could get them both in serious professional trouble?

𝚂𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚊 𝚙𝚜𝚢𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑. 𝚂𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚘𝚞𝚜, 𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎-𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠... 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚍. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝙾𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚎 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚂𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚊, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚎, 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗. 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙸 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝙲𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝙾𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛 @Emy_edits ⚠𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 ⚠ 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚝 (+18) 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚜, 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚊𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚎, 𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚎, 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚜𝚢𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚢. BECKY G!P