FreenBecky Fanfic
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DESTROYED  by Freenbeck7777
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! warning G!P ! FREEN SAROCHA CHAMKIMA must find a wife, in order to claim her father's empire. Known as only the eldest of a wealthy dynasty, the public is unaware of the dark secrets underpinning their fortune. BECKy Armstrong, is tired of her boring life with her abusive boyfriend. One day she is kidnapped from her cafe, and suddenly being forced into a toxic and sex fueled matrimony with the world's most powerful woman. What unfolds when a seemingly 'innocent' woman is bound to a heartless, powerful mafia leader? Read to find out 🧐
Captive to her heart [Gip] by freenxbecky__
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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?
Marrying The Wrong Twin!  by CrazedWriter123
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# 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.
On Air, Off Limits... Until Love Cuts In - FreenBecky Fanfic by Nonethereal
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Bangkok woke up to traffic, tangled deadlines, and a voice that made even heartbreak sound beautiful. Freen Sarocha lived for the radio. A hopeless romantic hiding behind playlists and early-morning dedications, she spoke about love like it was something waiting around every corner. Rebecca Armstrong, corporate queen of Armstrong Enterprise, Cold, content, determined, didn't believe in love. Not until she started tuning in to Freen Sarocha's morning radio show. Somewhere between the chaos of traffic on the road to her office tower, she fell for a voice she'd never seen - soft, stubborn, and endlessly romantic. Anonymous flowers. Secret notes. Song dedications. And soon an on-air romance started that neither of them saw coming. Freen talked about her mystery admirer live on air, while Rebecca stayed in the shadows. They never exchanged names. Never saw each other's faces. Until the night they agreed to meet......but fate twisted the dial. Freen walked up to the wrong table whereas Rebecca was waiting three tables away. She watched it happen - how the heart can tune into the right frequency, only to find it playing on the wrong station. Because in this city, some signals cross. And some hearts get lost in songs never meant for them. A tangled love story of missed chances, heartbreak, and lost frequencies. Will their hearts finally tune into each other? Let's find out.