--- Freen, an intersex gym trainer with nothing but freedom and loyal friends, and Becky, an ambitious young woman who dreams of wealth to escape her painful past, cross paths in Bangkok. One seeks love, the other seeks security-but their collision forces both to question what truly matters: money, freedom, or the cost of love. --- ✨ Author's Note ✨ The inspiration for this story came after watching the movie Romieo Juliet. Its portrayal of love, heartbreak, and second chances left a lasting impression on me. I wanted to bring that same emotional essence into the world of Freen and Becky, but in my own unique style.

She was her father's most trusted secret. She became Rebecca's most dangerous confusion. When a shadowy threat crashes into actress Rebecca Armstrong's glittering world, a mysterious woman whisks her away into the night-without warning, without explanation. Trapped in a secluded safehouse with someone she believes is her kidnapper, Rebecca is desperate for answers. But Freen Sarocha isn't just anyone. She's an elite agent with a mission: protect Rebecca at all costs. Even if that means locking her away. Even if it means risking her own heart. In a world where nothing is as it seems, can trust bloom in isolation? Or will the secrets between them burn everything down?

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.

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.

Becky and Freen, once inseparable, now face each other like strangers - divided by time, wounds, and the words left unsaid. As the weight of their broken bond settles into the walls, a quiet confrontation unfolds. Becky's soft admission shatters what remains, and Freen's anger burns like a final spark before everything goes dark. This is not just a story about a relationship falling apart - it's about the ghosts of what could've been, the pain of growing apart while still loving, and the heartbreaking question that lingers long after the door slams shut This is a Freenbecky adaptation credit goes to Original author @rubyjane_manoban Freen g!p

Freen Sarocha Chakminha didn't believe in love anymore. Not the kind that stayed. Not the kind that healed. She believed in control, in silence, in the armor she'd built from betrayal and ambition. Love was a transaction. Touch was temporary. And people-people always wanted something. Until the girl showed up at her door. Rain-soaked, trembling, eyes wide with heartbreak and hope. Rebecca Armstrong. Pregnant. Homeless. Carrying the child of Freen's brother-the same brother who vanished with her money and left chaos in his wake. Freen should have turned her away. She almost did. But something in Becky's voice-raw, unfiltered, painfully honest-cut through the walls Freen had spent years fortifying. She let her in. Not just into her house. Into her life. Into the quiet spaces she never let anyone see. And slowly, without permission, Becky began to unravel her. Not with grand gestures. But with soup and silence. With late-night study sessions and soft laughter. With the kind of love that didn't demand-but stayed. This isn't a story about perfect people. It's a story about broken ones who chose each other anyway. About fire inherited not from blood, but from survival. And how sometimes, the coldest hearts burn the brightest-when someone finally sees them.

Freen is a very busy and important business woman but one day she needs someone to accompany her at a charity event. Becky works as an escort and happens to be exactly what Freen is looking for until one of them cannot tell business and feelings apart anymore. This is 18 plus story. 🔞 Its not my story, I am converting this story.

"Well Irin," Nam started, leaning on the bar. "It's my friend Freen's 25th birthday tonight and I'm looking for the best girl you have to give her a good time." Irin soaked Nam's features in, focusing most of her attention on the girl's painted red lips, before answering. "You're gonna want her," she said, pointing to a blonde on the other side of the floor. "She's by the far the second prettiest girl in this place, besides you of course." Tae rolled her eyes and Freen chuckled before turning around to look at the blonde in question. "She'll give Freen the ride of her life," Irin finished. It's a 🔞 story. Im converting this story.

Rebecca is a rich, inconsequential young woman. Fascinated by a stranger, she will do anything to take her to bed. Sarocha is engaged and dreams of forming a family. When two opposite poles meet, they are destined to cause destruction. And maybe there won't be a chance to patch things up. This is the English version of my own fiction, which I originally published in Portuguese.