Freen está comprometida con su amor de secundaria, Billy. Con su boda a 3 meses, Freen comienza a estresarse, presionando su relación y estando además en un punto muerto de su trabajo. Su amiga Looknam le recomienda buscar consejos de su sexóloga y terapeuta de parejas: Rebecca Armstrong. ⚠️ Esta es una versión FreenBecky hecha sin ningún fin de lucro. La historia original le pertenece a 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞-𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲 (usuario de fanfiction.net)

Freen G!P Freen, una poderosa CEO y ministra tailandesa, contrajo matrimonio con Rebecca Armstrong, una mujer fiestera, astuta, manipuladora y sensual, a quien no le importa obedecer sus órdenes. Chankimha, por su parte, impone el orden con mano firme; es posesiva, celosa y extremadamente protectora de lo que considera suyo, y Rebecca no será la excepción... ¿o sí?.

Lingling, a hardworking airport lounge cleaner, is too busy juggling two jobs to care about luxuries-or love. Orm, a wealthy business heir and notorious heartbreaker, has never had to work for anything, least of all affection. Their worlds collide when Orm forgets her phone in the lounge, and Lingling picks it up only to receive a call from the owner herself. Instead of retrieving it immediately, Orm playfully insists Lingling hold onto it until she returns. Annoyed but intrigued, Lingling agrees, unaware that this small favor is about to throw her life into chaos and maybe, just maybe, change everything.

Orm, a broke delivery girl with a bad temper, just wanted to get through another frustrating day. What she didn't expect is a high-speed chase, a gun-wielding mafia heiress hijacking her car, and an insane marriage proposal. Lingling, heiress to Thailand's most powerful mafia family, needs a wife to secure her inheritance. Orm, unfortunately, is in the wrong place at the wrong time and now stuck in a fake marriage with a terrifyingly gorgeous crime boss. Their simple arrangement turns into an absolute chaos. Assassins, high-society events, and Lingling's increasingly jealous behavior make it clear that this is anything but fake. Somewhere between ridiculous arguments and one very passionate night, Orm realizes she's falling for her insanely terrifying but gorgeous wife.

In Bangkok's underworld, the Sethratanapong brothers...Alec, Mario, and Apo-rule with fear, controlling clubs, hotels, and the government. Ruthless and untouchable, they dominate the city. But their greatest fear? Their own sister, Orm. Unlike them, Orm wants nothing to do with their dirty business. She keeps her distance, running a small café which is her escape from the underworld's chaos. Meanwhile, Lingling Kwong, heir to the Kwong Clan from Hong Kong, arrives in Bangkok with her sister Milk to expand their cargo line and distillery empire. Staying low-key, Lingling slowly takes over Sethratanapong territory. The brothers see the Kwongs as a growing threat, but they have no idea who's behind it. Orm and Lingling will meet and fall in love, unaware their families are on the brink of war.

In the vibrant streets of Bangkok, two women enter into a dangerous agreement- no promises, no feelings, no strings attached. Lingling has always lived her life by the rules: perfect daughter, perfect image, untouched and untouchable. But when her curiosity pulls her into the orbit of Orm-a reckless, magnetic playgirl with a dangerous charm and something extra between her legs-her world tilts off balance. What begins as a simple arrangement-text me when you're horny-spirals into nights of lust too raw to ignore. Orm pushes Ling past every limit, worships and destroys her in equal measure, until Ling can no longer tell the difference between pain and pleasure, denial and desire. But behind Orm's smirk and filthy mouth, something darker brews: attachment. Possession. Maybe even love. And as Ling struggles against the truth of her own longing, she's forced to face the one thing scarier than Orm's hands on her body-Orm's hold on her heart. Filthy. Tender. Addictive. This is not a love story. This is the story of how lust turned into something neither of them could escape.

​​In the neon-soaked heat of Bangkok, two worlds collide on a crowded street corner. Orm Sethratanapong is a woman living on the edge of exhaustion, her life a cycle of grueling labor and the crushing weight of her mother's medical bills. Ling Kwong, a titan of industry with a bloodline that spans continents, has everything-except an heir. ​Driven by family pressure and a cynical view of love, Ling proposes a transaction: 100 million Baht for a legacy. ​For three months, Orm must transform. She must trade her mascot costumes and dish soap for silk robes and organic diets. She must live under Ling's roof, under Ling's watchful, cold eyes. But as the countdown to their "biological duty" ticks away, the distance between them shrinks. Orm discovers the lonely woman behind the tycoon, and Ling finds her cold logic melting under Orm's resilience. ​When the three months are up and the time comes to fulfill the contract, the act of "creating an heir" is no longer just business. It becomes a bridge between two souls who realized too late that you can't put a price on the heart.

They built a life on promises... and destroyed it with secrets. After betrayal, loss, and heartbreak, Ling and Orm are forced to face the biggest lie of all that love can survive anything. But when time runs out, will forgiveness come too late... or will love defy even goodbye?

A Reason to Cry at 3 A.M. is not here to comfort you. It's here to shatter you piece by piece through a collection of short stories about love, loss, and longing. These are the moments you replay in your head when the world is asleep. The conversations you wish you could have one more time. The goodbyes that never felt final enough. Every page is a knife. Every ending, a bruise you will carry. Read it in daylight if you must. But at 3 a.m., when the silence gets heavy... this book will be waiting.

Have you ever heard of a friendship crush? That strange feeling that lingers between admiration and love. It's not just wanting to be friends, but it's not quite something you can name, either. Just a quiet pull to get closer, to understand someone more deeply, without a clear reason why. Orm felt that for Lingling, a girl always within sight, yet never truly part of her world. They weren't friends, merely two people who knew each other from afar. And yet, for reasons she couldn't explain, Orm wanted to know her more. But the courage never came. Until graduation separated them, and that feeling slipped away, unspoken, unresolved. Then, fate brought them back together. In a foreign city, far from home. Under the sky of Melbourne, Orm, a student on exchange, searching for a place to stay and Lingling, offered her a place in her own home. What should've been ordinary turned complicated. There were tremors that shouldn't be there, emotions they couldn't control. And when their time was up, they returned to being strangers. But fate, it seemed, wasn't quite finished with them. Years later, they met again. This time, in Tokyo. Orm thought the feeling had died. But it hadn't. It had only been asleep-now awake, stronger, clearer, and far more painful.