Freen, a girl with no other option, reluctantly enters an all-girls school known as the most terrifying university in Asia. The mere mention of this institution sends shivers down spines, as it's rumored that those who enroll either emerge wealthy beyond imagination or meet a grim fate. Freen, tired of her life in poverty, decides to roll the dice and risk it all. Little does she know, her decision will thrust her into an unforgettable nightmare. Collaboration with @ryleonirique

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?

Rebecca Armstrong was just hired as a live-in nanny, but she's growing dangerously close to her new boss Freen Sarocha Chankimha. Can she handle the consequences of a forbidden romance... Disclaimer 🚨📢 The story strictly belongs to the App "Choices:Stories You Play" © Pixelberry! This is a converted story and It has been revised slightly to avoid copyright. Please keep in mind, I do NOT own or claim the story. This will be a #FreenBecky AU🤍 Please be advised this is a Mature Story🔞 Its a WLW- Woman Love Woman story.. Anyone who is not comfortable can skip or avoid reading...

A FreenBecky story

Freen Sarocha is a brilliant young surgeon, famous for her golden hands in the operating theatre-precise, fearless, and never failing her patients. But outside the hospital walls, she is the complete opposite: a wild party girl, a scandal magnet, and someone who avoids commitment at all costs. Rebecca Armstrong, or simply Dr. Becky, is everything Freen is not. A young anesthesiologist with an icy demeanor, Becky is disciplined, respected, and feared by her colleagues. With a flawless reputation and the legacy of her powerful family in medicine, she has no room for mistakes-or scandals. Their worlds collide when their families arrange a marriage to strengthen the hospital empire. Becky accepts out of duty. Freen resists, terrified of being tied down-especially to someone as intimidating as Becky. Inside the OR, Freen is a genius no one can rival. But at home, she's reduced to a clumsy, awkward "husband," tiptoeing around Becky's sharp glares. Slowly, Becky begins to notice the stark contrast-the reckless playgirl outside, and the brilliant, focused surgeon within. Against her will, she starts to feel something she never expected. As jealous nurses and meddling med students circle around Freen, and as hospital politics push them to work side by side, the line between duty and desire blurs. What begins as a forced marriage turns into a messy, heartfelt journey of love, trust, and unexpected vulnerability. Can a scandalous surgeon and a fierce anesthesiologist learn to heal not just their patients-but each other's guarded hearts?

In a quaint coastal town nestled between towering cliffs and endless waves, Freen and Becky find their paths crossing in the most unexpected way. Freen, a reserved textile artist haunted by self-doubt, returns to her childhood home to mend her fractured relationship with her estranged family. She spends her days weaving intricate tapestries inspired by the night sky, quietly pouring her emotions into her art. Enter Becky, a spirited astronomer and amateur stargazer whose ambitious mission is to establish a local observatory for her community. She's full of fire, laughter, and an unstoppable drive, but beneath her bright exterior lies a fear of losing her sense of belonging. One fateful evening, Becky and Freen meet under an unusual meteor shower while seeking solace at the same isolated cliffside. Their connection is instant but mysterious. Becky offers Freen the courage to explore her dreams beyond her threads, while Freen teaches Becky the beauty in stillness and introspection. Their bond deepens as Becky's observatory project intertwines with Freen's art, symbolizing a bridge between dreams and reality. But as the story unfolds, Freen's unresolved family tensions and Becky's uncertain career trajectory threaten their growing relationship. Can the two of them hold on to the love they've found, or will life's forces pull them apart like unraveling threads?

Freen and Becky decide to leave their busy city lives behind and move to a small town in the countryside. They buy a beautiful old farmhouse with a large garden, where they plan to start a new life together. As they settle into their new home, Freen discovers a passion for gardening and starts to restore the neglected garden to its former glory. Becky, meanwhile, starts to pursue her lifelong dream of opening her own bakery. As they work on their respective projects, they face various challenges and setbacks. However, through it all, their love for each other continues to grow and flourish, much like the garden that Freen tends to. It is a fanfiction story and please support by giving in your comments!

Bangkok's sleepless skyline flickered in the distance, a kaleidoscope of lights reflecting off rain-slick streets. The storm clouds that had loomed all evening finally broke, sending a gentle drizzle cascading over the city's restless alleys. In one such alley, hidden from prying eyes, the world stood still. A faint rustle broke the silence as gloved hands moved with calculated precision, arranging the final scene. The figure hovered over the lifeless body, every motion deliberate, every detail accounted for. The rain washed away the faint smudges on the ground, but it didn't touch the mark-the distinct X carved with unnerving accuracy into the victim's neck. Lightning illuminated the room for a split second, casting jagged shadows against the walls. A faint smile ghosted across the figure's lips, though there was no satisfaction, no triumph-only quiet resolve. The job was done. The city breathed around them-distant horns blaring, the hum of a passing tuk-tuk, the rhythmic tap of rain against metal roofs. But in this moment, everything else faded. This act wasn't for the victim. It wasn't for the world. It was for someone else entirely. For a moment, the figure lingered, staring at the mark as though waiting for it to speak back. Then, with a swift and practiced movement, they disappeared into the shadows, leaving only questions and a haunting symbol behind. Far across the city, Detective Becky Armstrong stirred in her sleep, unaware that her phone was about to ring. She would be pulled into another sleepless night, another piece of a puzzle she didn't yet understand. And so, the silent game continued-one that neither player could fully comprehend but both were inexorably bound to. Adapted story with Freen and Becky!!

# Prologue The warehouse echoed with hushed voices and the scrape of footsteps on concrete. Rebecca Patricia Armstrong pressed herself against the cold metal of a shipping container, her white cane clutched tight. She'd taken a wrong turn in the maze of industrial buildings, searching for the address her friend had given her. "You betrayed us, Billy." The voice was cultured, educated-so familiar yet she couldn't place it. "Please, I can explain-" The gunshot cracked through the air like thunder. Rebecca's breath caught. She heard the heavy thud of a body hitting the floor, then measured footsteps approaching her hiding place. She had to run.

Becky is an acclaimed, no-nonsense creative director known for flipping failing brands into cultural icons. When she's hired to revive the image of Sirius Lux, a luxury lifestyle conglomerate on the verge of collapse, she demands full creative control-and gets it. Her client? Freen, the poised, media-shy CEO recently forced into leadership after her father's sudden death. Freen is smart, calculating, and used to being in charge-until Becky enters the room. As Becky transforms the brand, she begins dismantling Freen's emotional armor with the same precision she brings to her projects. Tension builds in late-night strategy sessions, veiled glances across champagne galas, and moments when control begins to slip. Freen fights to maintain composure, but Becky sees her-really sees her.