Freen Sarocha Chankimha, a recently fired reporter, is a desperate young woman convinced of her own worthlessness. She's lost all interest in life, spending her days lying on the couch, doing nothing, trying to drown her melancholy by watching TV shows and eating chips. She might have continued spiraling to rock bottom if not for her sister, who dragged her to audition for a new film. A film where her co-star on set happens to be the renowned and talented cinematic star, Rebecca Patricia Armstrong. ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ The original story is not mine. It has been rewritten by me and adapted for FreenBecky. Please note: This story contains G!P Freen and explicit sex scenes. If this makes you uncomfortable, kindly refrain from reading. ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ Sorry in advance for any mistakes - English isn't my first language.

Freen Sarocha Chankimha is the world's most powerful self-made billionaire, the visionary behind the global empire FSC Fashion. At twenty-seven, she is an icon of grace and success-but the runway is a lie. Behind the high-fashion front, Freen is the calculated leader of Thailand's most feared mafia syndicate. Becky Armstrong is the daughter of the British Ambassador, a law student with a future as bright as her pedigree. She lives a life of order, justice, and privilege-until her father, John Armstrong, makes a fatal mistake. To cover a trail of government corruption, he takes a loan from the wrong person. When the debt comes due and the money is gone, the "Billionaire" comes to collect. When Freen storms the Armstrong mansion, she doesn't want the money. Her eyes land on Becky, and the ultimatum is set: The debt is cleared if Becky becomes her wife. The wedding is a cold, hollow ceremony of hatred. Becky loathes the woman who bought her; Freen is enchanted by the girl she trapped. They live as enemies under one roof, bound by a contract that strictly forbids Freen from touching her. But one night, a haze of alcohol burns through the resentment. The wall of "never" crumbles as the physical distance closes. When they sober up mid-clinch, they discover the one thing they can't deny: they are a disaster in every room of the house, but they are perfection in the bedroom. --- The debt is paid. The marriage is a warzone. But the sex? That's the only thing they aren't fighting about.

Freen Sarocha never loses, any girl she wants she get until Becky Armstrong refuses to be just another girl. What begins as a game of fake love ends in heartbreak when Freen walks away after one unforgettable night. But losing Becky costs her more than she ever expected. Now, filled with regret and real love, Freen must prove she's changed-while Becky struggles to trust the girl who shattered her heart. Because sometimes the greatest revenge... is loving someone better than you hurt them. Note: This story is fictional and not inspired by real events.

A FreenBecky AU - Original Story Rebecca Armstrong has her life planned perfectly. At 24, she's set to marry Nop, a wealthy businessman her family approves of, and take her place in Bangkok's high society. Everything is arranged, appropriate, and... suffocating. A pre-engagement trip to Chiang Mai was supposed to be a brief cultural retreat with her brother Heng. Instead, a booking mix-up lands Becky at a bohemian guesthouse run by the free-spirited Amara, where she meets Freen Sarocha Chakminka-a passionate photographer who sees the world through a lens Becky never knew existed. Their rooms share a balcony. Their views of life couldn't be more different. But as Chiang Mai's golden sunsets paint the sky, Becky begins to see something she's never allowed herself to see before: a life lived authentically, passionately, truthfully. When Becky returns to Bangkok and her carefully constructed future, she tries to forget the woman who made her feel truly alive. But some connections can't be ignored. Some views can't be unseen. And some choices demand to be made-no matter the cost. In a world where duty and desire collide, Becky must decide: Will she choose the life that's expected of her, or the view that takes her breath away? A slow-burn GL romance inspired by E.M. Forster's classic, featuring art, angst, and the courage to choose love over convention. ⚠️ Contains: Mature themes, angst, comphet struggles, eventual intimate scenes

It was almost the end of winter in Thailand, approaching the end of February. The cool breeze sends subtle chills through their bodies, but the conversation is anything but light. You don't know what an orgasm is Bec?" asked the older girl. She felt herself flustered as she refused to face her and instead buried herself among the fluffy pillows and suffocating comforter that divided them like a wall on her king-size bed. That night, the flowers of the flame tree outside her window fell gracefully as the wind swayed the fickle branches. The damp ground awaits to receive every petal. And that night, her innocence succumbs to receive the same fate. Each moan and shiver lays delicately upon the mercy of the hands of the girl beside her. Her body pleading for it to be claimed, to mark her for the very first time, to taint her soul, to smear malice over her purity, to defile her femininity. "Freeenn..." "Shh.. let phi take care of you nong. I'll be gentle, I promise." ©️All Rights Reserved

# Prologue The warehouse echoed with hushed voices and the scrape of footsteps on concrete. Rebecca Patricia Armstrong pressed herself against the cold metal of a shipping container, her white cane clutched tight. She'd taken a wrong turn in the maze of industrial buildings, searching for the address her friend had given her. "You betrayed us, Billy." The voice was cultured, educated-so familiar yet she couldn't place it. "Please, I can explain-" The gunshot cracked through the air like thunder. Rebecca's breath caught. She heard the heavy thud of a body hitting the floor, then measured footsteps approaching her hiding place. She had to run.

In the quiet northern town, Becky runs Petal & Thorn, a cozy flower shop where every petal holds a piece of her heart. Passionate, cheerful, and grounded, she's built a life of simple beauty-until chaos moves in upstairs. Then Freen entered, the enigmatic, sharp-tongued new tenant. With her brooding calm, sarcastic charm, and a frustrating habit of pushing Becky's buttons, Freen becomes an unavoidable presence in both the building and Becky's head. What begins as playful banter slowly gives way to complicated chemistry. Freen's teasing digs under Becky's skin, but her concern-masked behind snark and deflections-speaks of deeper layers Becky can't ignore. And despite their clashing personalities, moments of vulnerability begin to chip away at their guarded walls. Between nights together, unexpected kindnesses, and Freen showing up when she least expect to, Becky finds herself pulled into a world she didn't anticipate: one of secrets, unsaid apologies, and heartbeats that stutter for all the wrong reasons. As Becky fights to stay grounded in her tidy world of stems and petals, Freen's presence continues to unravel her. But love doesn't always bloom in perfect conditions. Because sometimes, love doesn't come softly. Sometimes, it crashes in like a storm-and all you can do is hold on.

Rebecca "Becky" Armstrong's life shatters the night her parents die in a tragic accident. Forced to leave behind everything she knows, she moves in with her aunt only to find herself trapped in a house of cruelty. Her relatives treat her less like family and more like a bank account, demanding money from her while offering no love or support. To survive, Becky works two, sometimes three jobs a day, wearing herself down to the bone. Even Janus-her charming boyfriend who once promised forever has become another weight she cannot bear. His lies, excuses, and dependency push her closer to the edge. With no hope in sight, Becky finds herself at the rooftop of a tall building one night, ready to end it all. But just as she's about to take the final step, a mysterious girl with striking brown eyes appears. Her arrival halts Becky's plan but is she there to save Becky, or to deliver another twist of fate?

Freen Sarocha, 26. Quiet. Precise. Untouchable. She keeps her head down, her work flawless, and her secret buried deep. No one at Armstrong & Co. knows she's barely holding it together-for her little sister, for survival. And that's exactly how she wants it. Then comes Rebecca Patricia Armstrong. 24. The new CEO. Unfiltered, magnetic, and rich enough to turn boredom into destruction. She's chaos in couture-dangerous in heels, and always in control. Until she sees Freen. And just like that, the game begins. Becky makes her an offer: No strings. Just sex. In exchange? A promotion. Double the pay. No questions asked. Freen agrees-reluctantly. For her sister. For the money. For the power. But their nights? They're anything but simple. What starts as a cold arrangement spirals into something hotter, darker, and far more dangerous. Lust twists into obsession. Control becomes a battleground. And suddenly, the lines between them blur into something neither of them can name-let alone stop. Because Becky's never wanted anything she couldn't buy. And Freen's never let anyone close enough to try. But this? This isn't just a deal anymore. It's war. Desire. Power. And maybe... something real. Let the games begin.

One mistake. Freen made one mistake and it was enough to end everything she had been dreaming about for a life with her soulmate Becky. But when years later they meet again, Freen makes it her life's mission to rectify the misunderstandings, be truthful and come clean about everything that had led up to her big mistake in the first place. *Disclaimer* This is not my story I read a FreenBeck version awhile back and can't find it anymore and really enjoyed it. All Rights Reserved