In Bangkok's criminal underworld, two rival mafia heirs-ice-cold strategist Freen Chankimha and reckless firebrand Becky Armstrong-are forced into an arranged marriage to unite their warring families. Bound by duty, fueled by years of hatred, and haunted by a violent past, their shared villa becomes a battlefield... and the first spark of something far more dangerous. Freen G!p

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When the rich man's daughter "Rebecca Armstrong" meet the young famous chef of thailand "Sarocha Chankimha". Her world stop spinning. She will do anything to get the attention of that chef. Little did she know that she's already falling inlove with her. Let's see how this famous chef would react to it 😉🤭

In the quiet northern town, Becky runs Petal & Thorn, a cozy flower shop where every petal holds a piece of her heart. Passionate, cheerful, and grounded, she's built a life of simple beauty-until chaos moves in upstairs. Then Freen entered, the enigmatic, sharp-tongued new tenant. With her brooding calm, sarcastic charm, and a frustrating habit of pushing Becky's buttons, Freen becomes an unavoidable presence in both the building and Becky's head. What begins as playful banter slowly gives way to complicated chemistry. Freen's teasing digs under Becky's skin, but her concern-masked behind snark and deflections-speaks of deeper layers Becky can't ignore. And despite their clashing personalities, moments of vulnerability begin to chip away at their guarded walls. Between nights together, unexpected kindnesses, and Freen showing up when she least expect to, Becky finds herself pulled into a world she didn't anticipate: one of secrets, unsaid apologies, and heartbeats that stutter for all the wrong reasons. As Becky fights to stay grounded in her tidy world of stems and petals, Freen's presence continues to unravel her. But love doesn't always bloom in perfect conditions. Because sometimes, love doesn't come softly. Sometimes, it crashes in like a storm-and all you can do is hold on.