Synopsis: Dr. Freen Chankimha is known as one of the most brilliant doctors in the city-calm hands, sharp mind, and a heart that never hesitates when a life is on the line. In the hospital, she is admired and respected. At home, she is simply a loving wife. She is married to Becky Armstrong-Chankimha, the woman she loves more than anything in this world. Becky laughs easily. She smiles like every day is gentle. She believes her life is peaceful, her marriage perfect. She wakes up beside Freen every morning, holds her hand, and trusts her with a love that is pure and unquestioning. What Becky does not know... is that her happiness was built on missing memories. An accident erased a part of her past. Painful parts. Dangerous truths. Moments that could change everything she believes about herself, about their love, about Freen. And Freen knows all of it. She knows what Becky has forgotten. She knows why the memories never came back. She knows the truth that could either heal Becky-or completely destroy her. So Freen chooses silence. She cooks breakfast, kisses Becky's forehead, listens to her dreams, and pretends that nothing is wrong. She tells herself she is protecting her wife. That love sometimes means hiding the truth. They live happily. They laugh. They love. They sleep in the same bed every night. But between every heartbeat Freen carries one terrible fear: That one day, Becky will remember everything. And when she does... love may not be enough to save them. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Disclaimer: This story will be completely different from my previous ones! I'm not really into this but Freen will be G!P here. Some chapters will also contain mature scenes so this is not recommended for young readers!

"..Hmm.. feel so soft and warm little princess, I can't wait to break you .." Freen growled against Becky's ear, her breath hot, eyes glowing hungry in the darkness "..pl..please, don't hurt me, alpha freen.." Becky's voice trembled as her body surrender to the commanding alpha scent. Freen's hand tightened around Becky more, pulling her close until there is no space. "..Shh..I will take everything from you, just like your father did to me.." Her soft sobs echoed through the stone halls. ".. pl..please, I'm your mate.." Freen laughed out loud, but there was no humour in it, just the mockery. "..and I'm your hell.." Will the revenge filled freen's heart melts for softness of Becky? Enjoy 🌷😉

"..you will look good on my camera, striped to nothing but truth.." ".. I'm not a p*rnstar!.." Becky hissed at the lady Infront of her, who looked like goddess of sin. This isn't a story about falling in love, It's about burning desire.. 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

Freen Sarocha is Thailand's richest business woman who unfortunately gets into a car accident which leaves her in coma for weeks. Becky Armstrong, a nurse who has just started her career at the Eden medical hospital, she is asked to take care of a patient, Freen Sarocha, who doesn't have a family or a legal guardian except her girlfriend Cathy and her best friend Nam. What happens when Freen wakes up. What happens when she slowly falls for her own nurse ? What will happen to her already established relationship ? The story of love, betrayal and healing.

She was never supposed to be the bride. But she became the reason. --- Becky Armstrong has spent her entire life being the background character in someone else's story. So when her older sister walks away from an arranged marriage and their cold, calculated father needs a replacement - he uses the daughter nobody else was using. No conversation. No apology. Not even a second glance. Becky arrives at the Chankimha estate in Bangkok wearing a dress that wasn't chosen for her, walking toward a woman who didn't choose her either. Freen Chankimha is untouchable. Composed. A CEO who built an empire from grief and guards it just as fiercely. She expected this marriage to be manageable. She expected someone who would fit quietly into the corners of her life. She did not expect Becky. She did not expect someone who pushes back, laughs too loudly, fires back at every cold remark, and somehow - without even trying - starts making the Chankimha estate feel like home. Freen falls first. Freen falls harder. But it will be Becky - brave, unguarded, terrifyingly honest Becky - who says it out loud first. Because she has never been afraid of her own heart. Only of never being chosen. --- A slow-burn GL romantic suspense set in Bangkok. Sharp banter, quiet tenderness, dangerous secrets - and a love that was never meant to happen. But some things were always inevitable 💛

At the most elite all-girls private school in Bangkok, where luxury cars line up every morning and designer bags are as common as textbooks, power doesn't belong to the teachers - it belongs to four girls. They are known as F4. Beautiful. Untouchable. Filthy rich. Social media famous. Freen. Namtan. Ling. Engfa. Together, they don't just rule the school - they control it. Then one day, a scholarship student transfers in. Becky Armstrong. Not rich. Not famous. But brilliant. Yet something unexpected happens. Will Becky break under F4's cruelty? Will THEY choose power or heart? Will F4 remain untouchable? Or will one scholarship girl bring an empire to its knees?

Furin Saro is a charismatic, successful man who believes he has found his forever in Irin, the woman he met and fell deeply in love with while living in England. For three years, they build a life together-steady, passionate, and full of promises. But on their wedding day, moments before they are meant to say "I do," Irin confesses a devastating truth-one that shatters Furin's heart beyond repair. In that instant, the warmth and kindness that once defined him disappear, replaced by betrayal, rage, and an unhealed wound that refuses to close. Determined to make Irin suffer the way he did, Furin disappears. He erases his past, reconstructs his identity, and even transforms his gender. From the ashes of Furin Saro, a new person is born: Freen Sarocha-beautiful, composed, and emotionally guarded. This is not the man Irin once loved, but someone far more dangerous: someone who lives only for revenge. Freen quietly re-enters Irin's life, staying close under this new identity, carefully weaving herself into Irin's world with one clear intention-to make sure Irin never finds happiness again. But fate complicates Freen's plan when she crosses paths with Becky Armstrong, Irin's best friend. What will happen to them?

Freen wipes Becky's spoon. Open a bottle cap for her. Buys her favorite milk tea. Calls her precious. Princess. Angel. But always ends it with "my little sister." How do you confess to someone who only sees you as a sister? How do you let go when your heart refuses to? And how much courage does it take... to finally wake up from a five-year dream you never wanted to end?

A marriage formed by circumstances, not choice. Two women sharing a life without sharing names, moving through the same space as strangers. This is a story about time, silence and what slowly grows in the spaces between them. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Please note: It's all fiction. It's a WLW story. Strictly, NO GIP❌ content, I never write that.

Everyone at Siam University knows Freen Sarocha Chankimha. Third-year Architecture student. Campus flirt. Certified heartbreaker. The girl who winks at you on a Monday and ruins your entire week without even trying. She is loud, effortlessly charming, and treats life like one long performance that everyone is lucky to watch. At least - that is the version everyone knows. Becky Armstrong has known Freen her whole life and cannot stand her. Her sister Charlotte's best friend. Always in their living room. Always with that ridiculous grin. Always joking when she should be serious, laughing when she should be quiet, and somehow - somehow- always there. Becky has made her position very clear. Freen is careless. Freen is exhausting. Freen needs to find somewhere else to be. What Becky does not know - what she has never been told - is that behind every joke and every easy smile, Freen Sarocha Chankimha is the most careful person in any room she enters. Careful not to want too much. Careful not to stay too long. Careful, above everything else, not to let Becky Armstrong see that she has been quietly, helplessly, hopelessly in love with her since they were five years old. --- This is the story of two girls who grew up in the same world and saw each other completely differently. It is slow. It is stubborn. It is occasionally hidden inside a laundry cupboard. It is enemies to something-that-feels-a-lot-like-friendship, and friends to something that neither of them has a safe word for yet. It has a park bench that changes everything, a boy who deserved exactly what he got, and a first kiss that one of them will start and neither of them will forget. It also has a shadow - quiet, patient, unnoticed - that has been there longer than anyone realised. --- Some people love loudly. Freen loved in silence for fourteen years. It was Becky who finally made her stop. Original Story!! Inspired by my own thoughts 💬 💬 😁😍🤣