Freen Sarocha Chankimha, 20, is the youngest heiress of one of Thailand's most powerful families - but nobody at her university knows that. She keeps her identity hidden, living quietly, riding a scooter to class, and pretending to be ordinary. Smart, calm, and distant, she's known on campus as the "Ice Princess" - beautiful but impossible to approach. Meanwhile, Becky Armstrong, 25, is everything Freen isn't trying to be - bold, rich, confident, and unafraid of the spotlight. When their paths cross by chance, Becky is instantly drawn to Freen's quiet mystery, unaware of who she really is. But destiny has other plans. Everyone thought Becky was meant to marry Engfa, Freen's elegant older sister - until their grandfather drops the real bombshell: the marriage arrangement has always been between Becky and Freen. Now, the hidden heiress and the wild heiress are forced into a love story neither saw coming - one filled with ego clashes, unspoken chemistry, and a battle between pride and desire.

Becky hated Flirty and clingy persons. So when she met her brothers' best friend Freen Sarocha she developed a dislike for her. But when Becky's girlfriend left her in the Alter her family got her married to Freen Sarocha. Will becky fall in love or will she be forever bound with freen for duty?

Rebecca Armstrong, a rising director, never expected her career to be derailed by a woman. But Freen Sarocha, a stunning and rebellious actress, sets her world on fire. Their forbidden attraction sparks a secret affair that could destroy them both.

Rebecca "Becky" Armstrong has the perfect life. She runs a charming café in suburban Bangkok, bakes the best brownies in the neighborhood, and has been happily married to successful architect Freen Sarocha for ten years. Together, they're raising three kids in their peaceful gated community. Becky is known as the sweet one-soft-spoken, gentle, always ready with a warm smile and homemade cookies. While her confident wife Freen handles the big decisions, Becky manages their home with quiet grace. But when armed men break into their house one night, everything changes. In ninety seconds, Freen watches her gentle wife disarm four trained operatives with brutal efficiency. No hesitation. No fear. Just lethal precision that shouldn't belong to a café owner who burns toast. "Pack one bag each. We have ten minutes." Suddenly they're on the run-kids terrified in the backseat, Freen demanding answers, and Becky driving like she's done this before. Because she has. Ten years of marriage. Ten years of "business trips" and "corporate burnout" stories. Ten years of secrets hidden behind that sweet smile. Now someone from Becky's past wants her dead, and the only way to survive is for Becky to become someone Freen doesn't recognize. As they race across Southeast Asia with mercenaries on their trail, Freen is forced to trust this dangerous stranger wearing her wife's face-the one who teaches their kids to evade capture, who speaks languages Freen never knew she knew, who can kill without blinking. Freen is furious. Betrayed. Terrified. And undeniably attracted to this side of Becky she never knew existed. Who is the woman she married? How much of their life was real? And can love survive when everything was built on lies? Some secrets are worth keeping. Others are worth killing for. And Becky's secret? It's both. Content Warning: Contains violence, action sequences, mild language, themes of betrayal and trust issues. Family-friendly overall with mature themes.

I have a talent for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. That's how it started. A Friday night. An unlocked gate. A private garden that was very clearly not the networking event I came from. I should have turned back. I didn't. What followed was possibly the most embarrassing sixty seconds of my adult life. And the woman who witnessed every single second of it - Composed. Unreadable. Looking at me like I was something she genuinely could not explain. I told myself I'd never see her again. I was wrong. --- Becky Armstrong. Twenty-six years old. Youngest CEO in Armstrong Industries' history. My new client. Monday morning. Boardroom. Same eyes. Same composure. I thought about the orchids. --- Here's what I didn't know then - my sister had something to do with all of it. More than I realised. More than she admitted. And Becky Armstrong, the most put-together person in any room she walks into? She's hiding something too. Something small. Something she puts away quickly when she thinks no one is looking. I'm looking. -- Some unlocked gates lead somewhere you never expected to stay. - An Original Story

Freen and Becky-family friends by fate, childhood enemies by choice-were bound by a legacy far older than their rivalry. While their fathers had been the best of friends for as long as anyone could remember, Freen and Becky were the worst of enemies. For fifteen years, they had perfected the art of making each other's lives a living hell. They grew up side by side-Becky, now 19, and Freen, 21-forced into the same schools, the same family gatherings, in the same business, in the same company and the same expectations. Their fathers told them to look out for each other. Instead, they made it their mission to annoy each other to no end. The height of their hatred for each other was way beyond the Great Wall of China. But then, everything changed when their family's desire and their family's long-buried family secret shattered their carefully maintained chaos, turning their lives-and their hatred-completely upside down. Just when they were on the verge of calling a truce, fate decided otherwise, pushing them into a whirlwind far more dangerous than their old rivalry. Are you ready to witness the chaos, the hopeless romance, and the war between them? From enemies to lovers to enemies again-and what the end awaits? Let's unfold it together.

​"I wasn't just building a machine. I was building a heart-but I never expected it to start beating for me." In a world where science strives to bridge the gap between metal and soul, Dr. Becky Armstrong takes on the ultimate challenge: to craft an AI indistinguishable from a human. But as she breathes life into "Freen," the lines between programmer and subject dissolve, revealing secrets that no algorithm was ever designed to hold. Becky soon realizes she hasn't just created an invention; she has awakened something that feels, desires, and loves-and now, she must protect her perfect creation from those who would tear it apart to see how it works. (This story is purely fictional and based on imagination-it doesn't need to be logical!)

Freen was once engaged to Winai-a brilliant neurologist and her closest friend. Though their bond was deep, it was never romantic for Freen, a renowned cardiologist in Bangkok. Their engagement was more about loyalty than love. But everything shattered when Winai cheated on her with Becky, a young intern who had no idea Winai was already engaged. Freen's world tilted. It wasn't heartbreak-it was betrayal. Not just by Winai, but by the woman who unknowingly stepped into the one relationship Freen had built on trust. She left Bangkok, carrying a hatred for Becky that felt bone-deep. Eight years later, fate throws them together again-after Winai's death. Forced to share space, memories, and silence, Freen must confront the question she's buried for years: Did she truly hate Becky... or was it something far more complicated? This story contains Mature scenes 🚫🚫 -- This story is inspired by something I read a long time ago and later tried adapting. Originally, it was a fanfiction centered on Meredith and Addison following Derek's death-if you're familiar with Grey's Anatomy. I've reworked it slightly to fit FreenBecky, so you might notice some references to Grey's Anatomy throughout.

(siblings to rival) It's just a fiction don't make it serious....enjoy The Season 2 in (I hate my WIFE)

Freen Sarocha Chakminha didn't believe in love anymore. Not the kind that stayed. Not the kind that healed. She believed in control, in silence, in the armor she'd built from betrayal and ambition. Love was a transaction. Touch was temporary. And people-people always wanted something. Until the girl showed up at her door. Rain-soaked, trembling, eyes wide with heartbreak and hope. Rebecca Armstrong. Pregnant. Homeless. Carrying the child of Freen's brother-the same brother who vanished with her money and left chaos in his wake. Freen should have turned her away. She almost did. But something in Becky's voice-raw, unfiltered, painfully honest-cut through the walls Freen had spent years fortifying. She let her in. Not just into her house. Into her life. Into the quiet spaces she never let anyone see. And slowly, without permission, Becky began to unravel her. Not with grand gestures. But with soup and silence. With late-night study sessions and soft laughter. With the kind of love that didn't demand-but stayed. This isn't a story about perfect people. It's a story about broken ones who chose each other anyway. About fire inherited not from blood, but from survival. And how sometimes, the coldest hearts burn the brightest-when someone finally sees them.