Becky always knew who her heart belonged to and after a heated argument with the one who holds it, she decides to put herself first. What she thought was an escape from her old life, turns out to be one of the best and worst things she could've ever imagined. Is love alone ever enough? Can a relationship withstand the trauma and pressures of the world? Or will it fail and force two people who've loved each other since they day they met to lose everything they once knew? This story is about two women who finally allow themselves to admit their feelings and try to navigate their new found relationship. Before they get a chance to start building a true foundation, their world is rocked by things they never saw coming. It's a story of friendship, heartbreak, struggle, strength, trauma, self reflection and most importantly... true love. Note: This is all fiction. I do no claim to know the artists true feelings and none of the things mentioned here reflect that or their actions.

Freenbecky version 📌married couple 📌angst-cheating 📌hurt/comfort 📌 Betrayal Will only have 12 chapters Where in Becky thought she had it all-a loving Wife, a loyal best friend, and a peaceful life. But behind the calm routine hid distance, silence, and betrayal she never expected. When the ones closest to her begin to drift-and deceive-Becky doesn't confront them. She observes. She plans. ***** This is a story of quiet heartbreak, the unraveling of trust, and the strength it takes to choose yourself when love no longer feels like home.

She fell for the words on a nameless page. She didn't know the one behind them already knew her better than anyone else. Now she's caught between a stranger who sees her soul... and a co-star who's been silently protecting it all along

When Becky and Freen's love story began, it was written in scripts and stolen glances. But life had other plans-rewriting their fate into something real, something breathtakingly theirs. From navigating the industry's challenges to falling deeper in love, their journey led to a life filled with warmth, laughter, and family.

Just read.... if you want of course! 🪽🌷 :🤍) **Also, still fiction!

The Bangkok skyline shimmered like a promise, its lights painting the night in gold and silver. From the 30th floor of their hotel suite, Rebecca Armstrong-Becky to the world-pressed her forehead against the cool glass, her breath fogging the window. Below, the city pulsed with life, oblivious to the storm brewing in her chest. Her heart raced, not from excitement but from the familiar grip of anxiety, whispering that she was one misstep from losing everything. Across the room, Sarocha Chankimha-Freen, her anchor, her co-star, her everything-hummed softly, sprawled on the couch with a script in hand. Her laughter, bright as ever, had carried them through countless late nights, but tonight, it felt distant. A new name lingered in the air between them: Prae, the co-star whose easy charm and knowing smiles had slipped into their orbit like a thief. Becky's phone buzzed on the table, X notifications piling up with hashtags-#FreenBecky, #Uranus2324, and, increasingly, #FreenPrae. Each one was a needle, pricking at her fragile calm. "P'Freen," Becky murmured, her voice barely audible. "Do you ever feel like... it's all too much?" Freen looked up, her eyes softening. "All the time, nong. But we've got each other, right?" She patted the couch, an invitation. Becky wanted to believe it. She wanted to cross the room, curl up beside Freen, and let the world fade. But the weight of their fame, the whispers of a solo project pulling Freen away, and the shadow of her own fears held her back. She forced a smile, nodding, even as her mind screamed: What if I'm not enough to keep you? Outside, a star flickered, faint against the city's glow. Becky made a silent wish, not for fame or glory, but for the strength to hold on-to Freen, to herself, to the love they'd built beneath the lights. But wishes were fragile, and the night was long. A storm was coming, and neither of them was ready.

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Freen and becky are two best friends! Freen loves becky but is afraid that becky doesn't loves her and she will lose becky if she confesses! Will Freen ever be successful in her love??

"I, Freen Sarocha, am not Khun Sam. She, Becky Armstrong, is not Mon. The feelings exist only between Khun Sam and Mon. The feelings do not exist between Freen and Becky. There is no such thing as freenbeck. It's only monsam." === This is a rain check. I am not sure whether I will continue writing this story or not but I've been obsessed with freenback lately. There will be no complex plots, the number of chapter is not gonna be a lot. I will just write whatever comes into my head, lol. Receh aja ini mah hahaha.Let's put it as a placeholder and I will be back once I've decided whether I will continue this or not.