Beckyfreen Stories

The story is not mine. It is a converted story as I loved it very much. Credit goes to the original author.

She was rude, arrogant, aggressive, ruthless and dominating mafia, a frightening woman. The whole world was under her feet. Nobody had ever dared to disobey her expect one girl who named was Rebecca Patricia Armstrong . That girl was badass, she was afraid of nothing in the world, she was a fearless woman and brave businesswoman. She was the first girl who wasn't afraid of the mafia, only she had the guts to challenge mafia like Freen Sarocha Chankimha, to disobey her orders, to argue with her and flirt with her. In the beginning, Freen was annoyed by that girl who wasn't afraid of her. She tried everything to scare her but she always shocked by that girl braveness and boldness. Freen tries hard to find what that girl is afraid of untill she became her badass girl and weaknesses. Freen(Gip) x Becky Date started: October 11,2023 Date finished:

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A 20 years old girl called Rebecca Patricia Armstrong who hates force marriage the most,was forced to marry the so known cold hearted girl who is Freen Sarocha Chakimha.The richest and youngest president in a big and famous company at their country. Please don't plagiarize!!

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Another FreenBecky Fic. I hope you'll like this one guys. I just hope that you wont hate me for writing this fic. We love becky. And you know that guys. Hahaha But there are things that were meant to happen. But can Feeen do something about it? Will Becky let Freen do that thing for her?

FreenBecky This story is about Freen and Becky, where both of them must seperate because Freen wants to move with her parents. Broken english, sorry if my english is bad.

The air in the Chankimha estate hummed with the polite anticipation of a long-standing friendship blossoming into family. Mr. Chankimha and Mr. Armstrong exchanged satisfied nods, envisioning a harmonious future for their daughters. Becky Armstrong offered a gentle smile, a hint of curiosity in her gaze as she sat beside her parents. Across from her, Freen Sarocha Chankimha maintained her composed demeanor, a subtle whirring of logical gears turning within. "We believe a marriage between Freen and Becky would be a most... harmonious arrangement," Mr. Chankimha stated, his voice was warm. Freen, after a deliberate pause, countered, "While I acknowledge the logical benefits of familial compatibility, the variable of romantic affection remains unquantified." Her gaze turned to her parents. "Therefore, I propose a Phase One: Pre-Nuptial Romantic Involvement Protocol. A period of strategically designed interactions to assess our romantic compatibility." A beat of surprised silence followed. Becky, however, leaned forward, intrigued. "So, Freen... you want to study me... romantically?" Freen's analytical gaze met Becky's. "In essence, yes. To gather sufficient data for a successful and affectionate marital bond." And so began Freen Sarocha Chankimha's logical pursuit of romance, a pre-nuptial study that promised to be anything but predictable, as she embarked on her quest to find the algorithm of affection with the captivatingly unpredictable Becky Armstrong.

The humid night air of Bangkok hangs heavy, thick with the scent of exhaust fumes, street food spices, and the faint perfume of jasmine. Neon signs blaze in a chaotic symphony of light, reflecting off the rain-slicked streets near the Chao Phraya River. The air buzzes with the energy of a city that never truly sleeps. The weight of responsibility settled upon Becky like the tropical humidity, clinging and persistent. Her gaze swept across the opulent display case, the ancient Naga Eye amulet nestled within, its emerald facets catching the vibrant reflections of the city outside. Generations of her family had been its custodians, their lives interwoven with its power, a silent vigil passed down through lineage. Tonight, however, the usual hum of the city felt different, laced with a subtle discord, a tremor beneath the surface of the vibrant chaos. They called her the Shadow Dancer, a whisper in the labyrinthine alleys and bustling markets of Bangkok. Freen. Her reputation preceded her - a phantom who could bypass any security, her motives as elusive as her presence. Becky had studied the fragmented reports, the legends of her daring heists, the bewilderment of those she'd outsmarted. A formidable adversary, undoubtedly, but one Becky was prepared to meet. Yet, as the distant siren wailed, cutting through the city's cacophony, a prickle of unease traced its way down Becky's spine. This felt like more than a simple act of theft. There was a desperation hinted at in the rumors, a frantic edge that suggested a larger game at play. As a faint shimmer disturbed the air near the locked display, a cold certainty took root in Becky's heart. Tonight, the most valuable thing at risk might not be a relic, but a heart fiercely guarded by shadows, unwilling to believe in the light.

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