"I-I m-made a m-mistake... P-please... l-let me go... I-I'll n-never do it again," he sobbed, his body trembling. But his pleading only seemed to strengthen her resolve. She took a slow step closer, her expression as cold as stone. "That wasn't a mistake," she said, her voice rising. "THAT WAS A CHOICE! A FREAKING CHOICE! " she screamed, her face twisted with rage. She reached down and picked up a jagged shard of glass from the floor, its sharp edge gleaming faintly in the dim light. The man began to scream before she even moved. "N-No! P-Please! No!" he wailed, shaking uncontrollably. Without hesitation, she brought the glass down across his chest, slicing through his flesh. Blood spilled from the fresh wound, pooling on the floor. She didn't stop. Over and over, she slashed, her movements precise and relentless. His screams echoed off the walls until they turned into broken, gurgling cries. "Does it hurt?" she hissed, her voice low and venomous. "Good. You deserve every second of this." Warning - G!P ( Becky)

Freen is a single mother navigating the wreckage left by her ex-husband Seng-a man who taught her how easily love can be weaponized. She's rebuilding her life piece by piece, not looking for romance, just a moment to breathe. Becky Armstrong is a high-powered corporate lawyer with a reputation for being untouchable-brilliant, beautiful, and emotionally unavailable. Love is a liability, and children are a complication she's sworn to avoid. When their paths cross at a club-one woman trying to forget, the other trying not to feel-they don't expect sparks. But something shifts. A glance. A drink. A challenge neither of them saw coming. BeckFreen!!!

What would do if you were sold to the biggest asshole alive? Freen 24 years old was obligated by her aunt to married Rebecca Patricia Armstrong, she was groomed to be an obedient girl she was forbidden to voice her opinion and if she dare to talk back let's say she will face the consequences but she has a plan and if she played her card right ultimately she would gain freedom. Becky Armstrong 25 years old a billionaire and the biggest player alive she love to fuck around, she loveto play with women and then dump them when she was bored, honestly she was always straightforward with them but they always wanted more, and her let's just say she didn't believe in love, everything around was about money, power and sex. Now she forced into a marriage but she has a plan to gain a freedom, she will make this girl suffer to a point that she will leave herself.

In the heart of Bangkok, where power is currency and secrets are more dangerous than bullets, two women are about to ignite a war of obsession, desire, and control. Freen Sarocha Chankimha, the icy CEO of Ninetytwo, built her empire with ruthless precision. On the surface, she's untouchable-feared by competitors, revered by her staff, and adored by the press. But beneath the polished exterior lies a secret she guards fiercely: the face of a woman she can't forget. A brief encounter at a gala months ago left Freen haunted by dark eyes, a scarred brow, and the scent of rain and roses. Since that night, she's searched in silence, consumed by an obsession she doesn't understand-and cannot escape. What Freen doesn't know is that she's already playing someone else's game. Becky Armstrong or known as Rebecca is no stranger to obsession. As the enigmatic leader of Thailand's most feared underground syndicate, she has built a legacy from shadows and blood. Cold, calculated, and always in control-until the night a stranger shielded her in the rain and then disappeared into the crowd. That woman was Freen. And Becky never let her go. Now, Freen's obsession has led her straight into Becky's sights. But Becky isn't ready to claim her prize-not yet. She wants to see how far Freen will indulge in hunger. How deep she'll let herself sink into the chase. Because Freen thinks she's chasing a ghost. But in truth? She's already been caught in the web made by HER.

"you're only mine , no one can lay eyes on you or I will kill everyone" - Freen said with rage "you're an asshole , stay away from me ,I hate you with every fibre of myself " Becky said sobbing . Becky had been dragged from the party by furious freen because of her jealousy. gip

They aren't looking for love. In fact, they're not even interested in Love. But sometimes, love finds you when you least expect it. Warning. Becky (G!P)

Freen Sarocha Chankimcha is a 28 year old woman who was orphaned at a young age and had been on her own since she could remember. She worked hard at making a living for herself that she has never taken the time or learnt how to recognize her emotions. Freen works as an artist manager for a new entertainment company called the Idol Factory. One of Thailand's most recognized celebrities, Rebecca Armstrong had the perfect life- fame, fortune, and a fiance who was also in the same entertainment circle as she is. Freen Chankimcha, is an artist manager for Idol Factory works behind the scenes. Their path shouldn't have crossed but when a fire had accidentally broken out at an award ceremony, it had sparked an unconventional relationship that broke down each other 's walls and healed their hearts Warning: One of the character is GP.

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Stripped of her memories and cast down to the mortal realm, Aphrodite, hidden in the mortal form (Rebecca), was forced to traverse a world she barely understood- an existence devoid of her memories of grandeur and divinity. Though she bore the title of the goddess of love, her heart was a blank canvas, untouched by the sweet experiences or painful longings that love entailed. Meanwhile, on the opposite side of the earth, Freen stumbled through her ordinary existence, untouched by the knowledge of the divines. Life had dealt her a harsh hand; after losing her parents, she had been forced to learn the art of survival in a world that seemed relentlessly unforgiving. Alone and isolated, devoid of loving hands to guide her, Freen's heart yearned for the warmth of affection that had always eluded her. Would the paths of these two young women, so starkly contrasted in their origins and experiences, ever converge? And in the grand tapestry of existence, could there truly be fairness in love and war, of mortals and primordial gods?

Professor Freen Chankimha. 23. Gorgeous. Brilliant. Cold-blooded professional. Thailand's youngest professor, molded by perfection and power. She's the heiress of one of the richest families in the country-owning hospitals, corporations, schools, and everything in between. She lives by rules, not emotions. Logic, not impulse. Her life? Structured. Safe. Until she walked in. Becky Armstrong. 21. Reckless. Radiant. Ruinous. She's a walking scandal wrapped in expensive perfume. A girl who skips class like it's a sport, charms her way out of consequences, and leaves broken professors in her wake. Her family name shields her. Her beauty? Undeniable. Unforgettable. Dangerous. No one survived her game-until Freen. "Tell me, Professor... do you always stare at your students like you want to break the rules?" "And do you always act like you don't want to be pinned to my desk, Armstrong?" Freen tries to ignore the teasing smirks, the lingering eye contact, the late-night essays laced with hidden meaning. But Becky plays dirty. And she plays to win. "I cut class, I flirt, I tempt. But you're the first one who looked at me like you want to ruin me." "What if I already do?" Freen falls first-but slowly, silently, trying to fight what's already burning inside her. But Becky? Becky falls harder. Deeper. Wilder. Like the chaos she is. One rule. No relationships between professors and students. But rules were made to be broken-especially when lust turns into obsession.