Rebecca Patricia Armstrong is fire. At twenty-three, she is the quiet CEO of Armstrong Enterprises. Cold, powerful, and always in control. Five years ago, her wedding went wrong. The groom ran away. So her grandfather found a replacement. Freen Sarocha Chankimha. An orphan. Uneducated. Too loud for rich people. Too mischievous for rules. A storm. And somehow... the storm became the husband of the fire. Their marriage was never love. It was duty. Now they live in the Armstrong mansion with their four-year-old daughter Mon-a tiny thunder who runs around screaming "Daddy!" and causing daily chaos. Becky is fire. Freen is storm. Mon is thunder. The mansion is tired. The fire never looks at the storm. But the storm is still there... cooking, driving, gardening, and accidentally annoying rich relatives. And somewhere in this marriage of duty- someone is actually enjoying the duty a little too much. Captain. 🌩️⚡🔥 --- Freen 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 🌷😉