Phinya, a wealthy and confident intersex woman, and Bussaya Methin, a bright scholar from a modest background, form an unbreakable bond during their Ph.D. journey. Their love is tested by secrets, misunderstandings, and an unexpected pregnancy that defies all odds. A tale of love, identity, and redemption, they must overcome their fears and trust each other to prove that true love transcends all barriers.

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Becky Armstrong is a sharp-tongued CEO who doesn't believe in distractions-especially not from overly capable assistants with annoyingly calm eyes. Freen Sarocha was hired to manage Becky's schedule, organize her emails, and keep her life running like clockwork. She forgot to mention she's also trained in martial arts. When a sudden kidnapping attempt throws Becky's world off balance, Freen steps in-not just as a secretary, but as a full-on protector. Now assigned as Becky's 24/7 personal bodyguard, the two are forced into close quarters, chaotic travel, and high-society events. But the deeper Becky digs into Freen's past, the harder it becomes to deny the truth: Her secretary isn't just dangerous. She's also dangerously hard to resist.

Freen Sarocha is the daughter of the Thailand's mafia.She's cruel and cold,known for her methods of torture and punishments.Rebecca Armstrong is a simple woman who comes from a middle class family,who attends college in law department. Freen has many women at her feet, begging for her attention, but only one woman could tame the cold-hearted Freen Sarocha. Rebecca Armstrong.

Freen adored the company of only one woman - Rebecca. She dreamed of confessing her feelings one day, yet she never dared. This infatuation seemed frivolous to her, and so she chose to keep it locked away. She didn't want to ruin their easy, familiar dynamic. They understood each other so well - friends, neighbors, people who could trust one another. And Freen refused to shatter that, to create awkwardness between them. So when Becky asked the one question Freen never expected, she simply froze. Apparently, the potential discomfort didn't faze Becky in the slightest. Freen swallowed. This was everything she wanted - and at the same time, everything she couldn't allow herself to have. ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ The original story is not mine. It has been rewritten by me and adapted for FreenBecky. Please note: This story contains G!P Freen and many very explicit sex scenes. If this makes you uncomfortable, kindly refrain from reading. ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ Sorry in advance for any mistakes - English isn't my first language.

It all started with a full bladder. I didn't mean to stumble upon an illegal deal in the restroom hallway. I didn't hesitate to call the police. And I definitely had no idea who owned the club. Freen Sarocha Ex-mafia hitman. Billionaire CEO. New York's most untouchable elite. When she walks onto my college campus, hunting for the girl who tipped off the cops, I'm sure my days are numbered. But instead of revenge, she makes me an offer: She'll pay my tuition. Secure my future. All I have to do... is pretend to be her fiancée. FREEN G!P ‼️ Mature content! Read at your own risk ⚠️

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FreenBecky vampire x human love story. Freen Sarocha dreams of stardom, not soulmates. When she enters the dazzling but demanding world of Cielor, her focus is set-on hard work, rising fame, and a fresh start. But fate has its own script. One glance, one breath, and everything shifts. Rebecca Armstrong, a centuries-old vampire, has long resigned herself to eternal solitude. Duty, time, and heartbreak have dulled her hope-until she crosses paths with Freen. The connection is instant, electric, and utterly undeniable. Drawn together by forces neither fully understands, Freen and Becky must navigate the tangled web of supernatural truths, fame's bright glare, and the inescapable pull of destiny. In a world that tests their limits, love might be their most dangerous choice. ⚠️Becky g!p⚠️ This story contains g!p character so if you feel uncomfortable then it's not your cup of tea. #1 Beckfreen (20/4) #1 Freensarocha (21/4)

# Prologue **Two Years Ago** The music is too loud. I can't stop laughing. "Becky, slow down," Irin says. Someone stops me from reaching for another drink. Saint's twin. Freen. "I think you've had enough." "Where's Saint?" I slur. "Work emergency," she says quietly. The room spins. I stumble toward the exit. Three guys block my path, saying disgusting things. Freen steps in front of me. "She's with me. Back off." They don't listen until security comes. In her car, everything's fuzzy. Her gentle hands helping me to the door. Waiting while I fumble with keys. When I turn to thank her, she's so close. Gold flecks in her dark eyes. The kiss happens before I can think. Soft. Perfect. I pull away, mumbling apologies. She backs into the shadows. I stumble inside and pass out. **The Next Morning** Saint calls early. "Beck, I'm so sorry about last night. Are you okay?" "What do you mean?" "The guys bothering you. I'm so glad I could help you get away from them." I frown. "You were there?" "Of course. I couldn't let anything happen to you. I was so worried when I saw those guys cornering you. Thank God I got you home safely." My head hurts too much to think clearly. "Thank you." "You don't remember much, do you? You were pretty drunk. That's probably for the best. Just know that I'll always protect you, Beck." Warmth spreads through my chest. Saint saved me. Saint protected me. That's when I fall in love with him. **Present Day** I'm staring at my reflection in the wrinkled wedding dress. "Becky? The car is here." The car to take me to marry the wrong twin. Saint left me at the altar this morning. Gone. Now I have to marry Freen. The woman who barely speaks to me. Who avoids me. I don't understand why she dislikes me so much. In an hour, I'll marry someone who can't even look me in the eye. Someone who isn't Saint.

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!