Half Thai-British palace maid, Becky, is assigned to serve Thailand's Crown Princess, Freen. Due to some unexpected turn of events, she finds herself "serving" the princess beyond what she expected.

"My deal still stands, nobody can hear about us." Freen grunts, pointing at both me and her as I feel my shoulders deflate. "We are never going to have an 'us' so this is the best you are going to get, Becky." I bit my lip and consider the offer. Is she trying to say I am going to be her sex toy or something? A slave? "I'll say it again, sex with you is really good." Freen says, laughing with wide eyes to show how much she loved our love making last night. Well, love making for me but only sex for her. "And I can't waste a good opportunity in good sex." she added simply, clucking her tongue. "So again... our deal is still very much active." I scrunch my nose and look at her with a slight edge in my pupils. "What are you trying to say here Freen?" I ask, defeated. She smirks and kisses my cheek softly before leaning close to my ear and whispering, "What I'm trying to say is, you are going to be my fuck buddy, Becky." WARNING: -This story is 18+ read at your own risk. 🔞🔞🔞 -This also contains G!P Becky ⚠️⚠️⚠️ **This story is not mine, I only changed the characters, other details, and some parts or plot of the story to fit Becky and Freen's character. **This story has been converted to BeckFreen. ** All rights and credits to the original author iOnlyWatchTheStars on fanfiction.net. **This is just a FanFiction and does not represent the mentioned characters or companies. The work is purely fictional. 🔞🔞🔞⚠️⚠️⚠️

Freen, a well-known actress in Thailand, has an unexpected encounter with Becky-a newcomer to the country who has no idea who she is. A fleeting, heated moment between them sparks something neither can ignore. But when Becky starts her new job a few days later, she comes face-to-face with Freen again-only this time, she knows exactly who she is. They try to keep their distance, to stay in their lanes. But an invisible pull keeps drawing them back together, turning what should have been a simple encounter into a tangled web of emotions, desire, and complications neither of them saw coming. Disclaimer:🔞🔞 This is a work of fanfiction and is purely fictional. It is not based on real events or real-life personalities. This story includes an intersex character (GIP) representation. Contains 18+ content, which may not be suitable for all audiences. Reader discretion is advised. 🔞🔞🔞 #1 in Freen #4 in identity

In this story, Freenbecky are Korean okay🤭 ..... "I'm positive Ms. Sarocha, we spotted her going out at the airport." Sarocha Freen froze. It's been three long torturous years since she last saw HER but the effect of her name is still the same. Becky Armstrong still makes her heart flips but this time, it's not a happy flip...it's a very livid & punishing flip! "Prepare the car Yaen, I'm going to remarry today and this time I'll fucking make sure she won't get away from me, from us.." she said while staring at the photo of her mate. .......... Notes: Pardon me with my grammatical and typographical errors! I hope you'll leave comments for me to read too. Thank you so much for reading! Start in: May 09,2025 End in : June 16,2025 /Freenbecky version/

Freen wants the love of a man. So, a woman offers her a wedding proposal (which she reluctantly agreed to) that will lead her to that man, eventually, but only if she accepts to be that woman's fiancee. In the midst of all adventurous things, and through the many misunderstandings of the fake engagement, she falls in love with the woman without her realizing it. And at the eve of an unwanted marriage, she is abducted. And as to who took her and where she is taken, she will not find out until that mysterious face is revealed to her at another chapel in the middle of nowhere.

Rebecca Armstrong, a spirited and childish 22-year-old medical student, is ready to start her hospital rotations at the prestigious Siriraj Hospital in Bangkok. Full of energy and curiosity, Becky dreams of making every day an adventure. Little does she know, her path will soon cross with Dr. Freen Chankimha, a 27-year-old no-nonsense first-year resident in general surgery, known for her cold demeanor and razor-sharp focus. As fate pushes these two opposites together, Siriraj becomes more than just a learning ground-it's a stage for unexpected encounters, humorous misunderstandings, and budding romance. Can Becky's bubbly nature melt Freen's icy walls? Or will the composed doctor teach Becky the art of restraint? Amid the chaos of surgeries and patient rounds, hearts are bound to find their way. A delightful story of love, laughter, sorrow, and growth unfolds where life-saving moments meet heartwarming connections.

Contains mature scenes. Read only if you are 18+. Please back off if you feel uncomfortable. Readers discretion advised 🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞 -------------------------------------------------- Girls Love Story. No GIP❌ Note: It's all fiction.

# 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.

Prologue Freen didn't expect the offer. Not from Becky. Not like this. She was halfway through folding her laundry when Becky, arms crossed and voice cool as ever, said, "You should move in." Freen blinked. "You mean... like, stay over more often?" Becky's gaze didn't waver. "No. I mean move in. Permanently. Your toothbrush. Your books. Your banana bread. All of it." Freen's heart stuttered. "Are you sure?" Becky stepped closer, her voice dropping to a whisper only Freen ever heard. "I'm cold to everyone else. But I want to wake up warm-with you." Later, as they packed boxes labeled Precious Cargo and Freen's Chaos, Becky cleared out her entire closet. Freen tried to protest. Becky kissed her forehead and said, "You don't get half of me. You get everything."

Becky's the boss. Freen's the employee. HR left the chat. -------------------------------------------------- Girls Love Story. No GIP❌ Note: It's all fiction.