Freen Sarocha, a ruthless executive, and her girlfriend Becky Armstrong live a life built on absolute trust and Freen's fiercely guarded secret: she is an intersex woman with male anatomy. Their sanctuary is shattered when Jane Smith, a brilliant but malevolent new analyst, arrives. Jane is a ghost from Freen's past who knows the medical truth and immediately uses it as leverage, threatening to expose Freen and ruin Becky's career. Instead of yielding, Freen and Becky turn their love into their armor. They use their corporate skills to launch a counter-investigation, discovering Jane herself is running from a hidden weakness. The two women must now race to exploit Jane's secret before their own deepest vulnerability is made public. Ps. This is my first time writing a Fanfic, please bear with me.

​Seven years after an irreversible night in Prague. A restaurant chain heir (Freen), initiates a hostile corporate takeover that forces her to confront the Chef (Becky) she left behind. Their escalating business war quickly unearths a secret, ultimately forcing the heir to choose between the empire she inherited and the family she want to build.

Two rivals. One who has a secret that could alter the other one's life.

Five years ago, Freen Sarocha vanished into the night, leaving behind the only woman she ever loved and a heart-wrenching silence that whispered of betrayal. Bound by a cruel bargain to prove herself worthy of the Armstrong name, she traded her presence for a chance to return not as a servant, but as an equal. Now, Freen has returned to Thailand as the powerful CEO of a global tech empire, ready to reclaim the girl she never stopped loving. However, the Becky she finds is no longer the soft, hopeful law student she used to sneak with. Becky is now a formidable legal shark with a heart guarded by high walls and a secret, Freen must not know. As the two women collide in a high-stakes corporate merger, they must navigate a minefield of old passions and new resentments, discovering that while power can be earned and success can be built, the five years of lost whispers and stolen kisses carry a price that neither of them was prepared to pay. The Law Of Attraction's Book Two.

​Becky (22) is a disciplined, struggling law student who works as an erotic dancer at a high-end bar, The Velvet Grotto, to pay her tuition. She maintains a strict boundary; she only dances and will not socialize with clients, prioritizing her independence and future. ​Freen (28) is a cocky, powerful, and ruthless intersex CEO/playgirl who arrives at the club. The moment Freen sees Becky, her jaded indifference shatters; she falls into an immediate, terrifying obsession. When Becky is forced to cover a private dance for Freen, Becky firmly rejects Freen's proposition for a night together, which only fuels Freen's pursuit.

Everyone at the university knows Freen Sarocha Chankimha as the quiet, bespectacled nerd in the back of the room-the one who stares and never says a word. Everyone knows Rebecca Armstrong or Becky, as the campus Queen, a Baddie who spends her days making Freen's life a living hell. But while Rebecca thinks she's the one in control, Freen is watching. To Freen, the bullying isn't a torment, it's an invitation. Becky wants to break her. Freen wants to own her. And in the dark, the Nerd's secret is finally going to be revealed and Becky isn't as repulsed as she thought she'd be. Freen Gip.

They were raised as sisters to protect a legacy, but when the truth of their bloodline is revealed, Freen and Becky must choose between the crown of an empire or the fire of a love that the world was never meant to see.

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

Rich families, bitter rivalry, and six women whose hearts and loyalties are tested-love, secrets, and chaos collide in a world where nothing is as it seems.