Ela joga a cabeça para trás e bebe o resto da cerveja. Bebo mais uísque e brinco com minha aliança de casamento, torcendo-a no dedo anelar com o polegar. Freen avisa. - Posso te fazer uma pergunta pessoal? - Seria ótimo se você não fizesse. Ignorando, ela diz; - Você me acha atraente? Minha respiração fica presa. Meu coração dispara a galope. Coloco o copo na mesa e digo com cuidado - Sou casada. - Essa não foi minha pergunta. - Freen... - Porque acho você linda. Triste, um pouco vadia, mas linda pra caralho. Quero que você venha para casa comigo esta noite. Sem chão, fico boquiaberta. - O quê? AVISO: Romance Dark Adaptação. Créditos a autora original: J.T. Geissinger

She paid the devil for one night of freedom. Now the devil has come to collect. Sarocha Chankimha is Thailand's untouchable "Ice Princess" a ruthless Alpha heir with power in her blood and fear in her wake. But beneath the perfection lies a dangerous secret: she's an Omega, hiding behind illegal suppressants that are slowly killing her. One reckless night in England changes everything. A stranger. A mistake. A stack of cash left behind to make it meaningless. She thought it was over. She was wrong. Rebecca Armstrong isn't just anyone she's Europe's most feared Enigma, a woman who doesn't forget, and never forgives. When business brings her to Bangkok and face-to-face with Sarocha again, she doesn't want revenge. She wants control. "You tried to buy me," Rebecca says softly. "Now I'm going to own you." And this time, Sarocha won't be the one walking away. ⚠️WARNING ⚠️ THIS STORY IS NOT MINE O JUST ADAPTED TO BECKFREEN FANFIC, credit goes to original author @Anu_Patel BECKY AND ENGFA G!P

"..So soft and warm little princess, I can't wait to break you .." Freen growled against Becky's ear, her breath hot, eyes glowing hungry in the darkness "..pl..please, don't hurt me, alpha freen.." Becky's voice trembled as her body surrender to the commanding alpha scent. Freen's hand tightened around Becky more, pulling her close until there is no space. "..Shh..I will take everything from you, just like your father did to me.." Becky soft sobs echoed through the stone halls. ".. pl..please, I'm your mate.." Freen laughed out loud, but there was no humour in it, just the mockery. "..and I'm your hell.." Will the hate and revenge filled freen's heart melts for softness of Becky? Enjoy 🌷😉

Becky ​Veo el mundo a través de las estadísticas. Lógica y rutina. Es lo que me mantiene cuerda. ​Freen Sarocha es mi polo opuesto. Su naturaleza despiadada y apasionada me aterroriza. ​Me secuestró para obligar a su hermano, mi amigo, a salir de la clandestinidad y volver a la mafia. Dice que me dejará ir cuando ya no me necesite. ​Entiendo lo que quiere. La única pregunta real... es qué quiero yo. ​Porque ahora mismo, estoy lo suficientemente confundida como para pensar que quiero que me retenga para siempre... ​Freen ​Ella era un aval. Mi hermano traicionó a nuestra familia y yo pretendía mantenerla cautiva hasta que cumpliera mis designios. ​Nunca imaginé que la desearía como lo hago. ​Sé que debería mantener mi palabra y dejarla ir cuando llegue el momento. Pero no puedo. ​Soy coleccionista de rarezas y Becky es la más rara de todas. Porque ella amenaza con capturar algo que juré que jamás dejaría que nadie tocara. ​Mi corazón... Adaptación todos los derechos a su autor correspondiente

It was supposed to be simple. A contract. A lie. A perfect solution. Becky needed control. Freen was chaos. Clause 27: No emotional involvement. But somewhere between pretending and reality, they forget one thing- Some rules aren't meant to be followed. An Original Story!!!

She was never supposed to be the bride. But she became the reason. --- Becky Armstrong has spent her entire life being the background character in someone else's story. So when her older sister walks away from an arranged marriage and their cold, calculated father needs a replacement - he uses the daughter nobody else was using. No conversation. No apology. Not even a second glance. Becky arrives at the Chankimha estate in Bangkok wearing a dress that wasn't chosen for her, walking toward a woman who didn't choose her either. Freen Chankimha is untouchable. Composed. A CEO who built an empire from grief and guards it just as fiercely. She expected this marriage to be manageable. She expected someone who would fit quietly into the corners of her life. She did not expect Becky. She did not expect someone who pushes back, laughs too loudly, fires back at every cold remark, and somehow - without even trying - starts making the Chankimha estate feel like home. Freen falls first. Freen falls harder. But it will be Becky - brave, unguarded, terrifyingly honest Becky - who says it out loud first. Because she has never been afraid of her own heart. Only of never being chosen. --- A slow-burn GL romantic suspense set in Bangkok. Sharp banter, quiet tenderness, dangerous secrets - and a love that was never meant to happen. But some things were always inevitable 💛

Leena was supposed to marry the richest woman in Thailand. But on the wedding day... she ran away. Now Becky, the unwanted stepdaughter, is forced to take her place. Freen Sarocha hates Becky. Becky hates her even more. A forced marriage. Two enemies under one roof. And a love neither of them wanted.

Wendy y Joy son hermanas, y lo que habia empezado como un simple juego de niñas, se habia vuelto en algo muy serio, demasiado serio. "Solo no le digas a mamá" Esto solo es una adaptación todos los créditos se los lleva Cynical Terror y Undrockroll, para la traducción al español a Damadelaoscuridad. Si no te gusta este tipo de fanfic te invito a retirarte.

Para Freen Sarocha Chankimha, su mundo tenía un nombre: Becky Patricia Armstrong. A los dieciocho años, lo destruyó con sus propias manos. Abordó un avión hacia Estados Unidos sin despedirse, dejando solo una carta cobarde y el corazón de Becky hecho añicos. Cuatro años después, Freen lo tiene todo: fama, éxito, el mundo a sus pies. Pero su mundo sigue sin estar con ella. Ha vuelto por una única razón: recuperar a Becky. El problema es que Becky ya no es la chica ingenua que dejó atrás. Ahora la odia con cada fibra de su ser. -¿Crees que puedes volver y que todo esté bien? -le grita Becky, con los ojos llenos de fuego y dolor-. Me abandonaste, Freen. ¿Y ahora esperas que olvide cómo me rompiste? Freen está dispuesta a todo: planes ridículos, misiones desesperadas y arrodillarse si es necesario. Pero Becky tiene armadura, cicatrices y cero intenciones de perdonar. ¿Puede el amor sobrevivir a la traición? ¿Puede tu mundo perdonarte por haberlo destruido?

07 < ғɪɴᴀʟɪᴢᴀᴅᴏ > ✓ ɴãᴏ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪᴛo ᴀᴅᴀᴘᴛᴀcᴀo. √ ➪ ᴄʀᴇ́ᴅɪᴛᴏs ᴘᴀʀᴀ ᴀuᴛᴏʀᴀ ➪ JulieteBs ➪ ᴄʀᴇ́ᴅɪᴛᴏs ᴘᴀʀᴀ ᴄᴀᴘɪsᴛᴀ ➪ @capas-gratis S̾I̾N̾O̾P̾S̾E̾ O que você faria se, por um golpe do destino, você fosse presa mesmo sendo inocente? Rebecca Armstrong não se assustou tanto quando foi mandada ao julgamento, afinal sua família tinha a conta bancária transbordando dinheiro o suficiente para pagar o melhor advogado do país, do mundo se fosse necessário, todavia, nem isso foi capaz de impedir que a culpa recaísse sobre suas costas. Ela sabia que era capaz de provar sua inocência, o que não esperava era que as coisas se complicariam um pouco, tendo que ficar presa por mais tempo do que imaginou. Lá dentro um par de olhos chamariam sua atenção, justamente o da pessoa mais misteriosa de todo o presídio feminino. Iɴɪᴄɪᴏ: 7.5.23 Fᴇᴄʜᴏᴜ: 21.05.23 • ᴘʟᴀɢɪᴏ é ᴄʀɪᴍᴇ ✓ • ᴘʟᴀɢɪᴏ só ɴãᴏ é ᴄʀɪᴍᴇ, sᴇ ᴠᴏᴄê ᴘᴇᴅɪ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪsãᴏ ✓