Rebecca "Becky" Armstrong, a famous young actress, and "Freen" Sarocha Chankimha, a fiercely ambitious architect, share a love that once burned brightly. But as their careers pull them in opposite directions, their marriage is tested by unspoken fears, insecurities, and the crushing weight of expectations. Freen battles the ache of feeling unworthy of Becky's love, while Becky longs for the connection and intimacy they've lost. With media scrutiny and personal doubts threatening to tear them apart, they face an agonizing question: Can their love survive the distance, or will their once-unbreakable bond shatter beyond repair? ---- This is my first original story, and of course it's a fanfiction. None of this is real-it all exists only in my imagination. ---- ((This story contains heavy angst, slow burn and mature content. Reader discretion is advised))

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 soft, kind doctor who lives a quiet life in Chiang Mai. Becky is a powerful mafia leader who never lets anyone talk back to her. But when Freen raises her voice to save a child, Becky notices her. And she can't forget her. What starts as obsession slowly turns into something deeper. But love built on force... can it survive?

"I want you back Bec." Rebecca paused and smiled bitterly. "Why would you want me back when I was never yours in the first place?"

Becky Armstrong is done waiting. Two years of empty promises, stolen moments, and being someone's second choice-she's had enough. So, in a drunken act of defiance, she marries a complete stranger. Freen Chankimha never expected her life to turn into a soap opera. One minute, she's reeling from heartbreak, the next-she's trapped in a marriage contract with an emotionally unavailable pathologist who claims to be straight. But at least Becky's health insurance covers kidney transplants. It's a simple deal. No feelings. No complications. No real marriage. So why does it feel like everything is going wrong? 🎵 A Special Touch! Each chapter will be named after a song lyric that perfectly captures the mood-because sometimes, music says what words can't. 📌 Read now & let me know what you think!

Becky and Saint were a couple deeply in love, until an arranged marriage forced them apart. Heartbroken, Becky refused to accept Saint's choice and hatched a plan to sabotage their upcoming wedding. Her goal: seduce the bride-to-be and shatter their union. But as Becky plunges deeper into her scheme, she risks losing herself in the process. Will her quest for revenge succeed, or will she become entangled in her own web of deceit? Prepare for a captivating tale of love, betrayal, and the consequences that lie in wait. Please don't plagiarize. Thank you.

Freen and Becky are a happily married couple. They have good friends and very supportive and understanding families. Until a tragedy befalls them, can Becky forgive Freen? How does Freen win back Becky's heart? or. Divorce?

She's cute. She's smart. She's rich. She's everyone's dream. But she's homophobic. Argh! Note: This is Fiction. If you don't know what fiction is, leave.

Freen is willing to do anything to prove to her friend that a girl is incapable of arousing her sexual desire. She never loses, but she lost this bet. Freen always gets what she wants. Everything, that is, except for the girl who made her cum in three minutes. As it turns out, power and money are not enough to repeat her orgasm.

This isn't a story about falling in love , It's about burning desire.. (triggers ⚠️️ = 18+ senses detailed 🔞 ) its about.... Craving like air. Lust like dripping honey. Whispers that echo. Hands that worship. Pleasure like ache. A Body not just to capture in to a lense.. But a soul to be expose bare. Rebecca Armstrong A girl who lived by rules - soft flower waiting to bloom. Too pure to be pulled into velvet ropes, bare rooms, burning eyes. a girl who was never meant to be anyone's muse. Until she met the one who filmed sin like art. Becky was Too gentle for the world Freen sarocha lived in. And yet... she followed. Freen doesn't make films for pleasure. She captures the ache beneath skin. Craving. Power. Helplessness. The beauty of surrender - not forced, but willingly offered. Freen's camera doesn't just undress bodies - It exposes souls. And in that darkness, something bloomed. Something dangerous. Something holy. Love