Freen has lived five years with a transplanted heart, engaged to the man who stood by her through every battle. She should be happy. She should be ready for the future. But when she meets Becky-a reclusive painter whose work radiates grief and devotion-her world tilts. Becky has spent years trapped in mourning, painting only the woman she lost too soon. The fiancée who looks uncannily like Freen. What begins as quiet conversations and stolen moments soon grows into something neither of them can name. But love this fragile has ghosts. Because Becky's lost fiancée looks exactly like Freen. Because Freen's heart beats with a truth she doesn't yet know. Because to choose each other means betraying the man Freen promised her life to and for Becky to finally letting go of the woman she thought she could never live without. Told with aching intimacy and devastating tenderness, this is a story of two women bound by loss, by fate, and by a love that demands they face the hardest question of all: What if the heart remembers, even when we try to forget?

Freen the CEO of the FSC empire is a cold-blooded person with no belief in love. Everything was fine seven years ago until she was shattered by the love of her life Becky. Becky is a charming warm-hearted person who never knew the extent of the damage she caused which changed a person completely rude and heartless. What happens if these two meet again? Will Freen try to rekindle her love for Becky? Will Becky survive the revenge game? Love vs Revenge. Warning ⚠️ 🔞🔞🔞 Freen G!P This story contains mature content. Readers underaged please, refrain from reading.

Freen and Rebecca are best friends with benefits, but Freen is driving herself crazy wanting more. While navigating their complicated relationship, Rebecca also discovers something surprising about herself. (Once upon a time, Rebecca thought she was a top...) _____ SMUT. FreenBecky converted. Original story by ©AshKnight

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.

They hated each other in college They married for parents and business They fell in love by accident And then...... Read to find out 😜 -------------------------------------------------- Girls Love Story. No GIP❌ Note: It's all fiction.