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Freen Sarocha Chankimha believed in forever. After a year of love and shared dreams, she asked Becky Armstrong to marry her. Becky said yes, and for a moment, Freen thought happiness was theirs to keep. But the night before their wedding, a letter shattered everything: "I'm sorry, Freen. I can't marry you. I love someone else. May you find it in your heart to forgive me." Freen's world crumbled. The woman she loved, who had promised her forever, was gone without explanation. Heartbroken and abandoned, Freen poured herself into her work, rising to the top as a powerful CEO. To everyone else, she was untouchable, but behind the cold facade, her heart remained a ruin of what once was. Three years later, fate throws them back together. Becky, now a celebrated architect, is hired to design Freen's dream home. Their reunion is fraught with tension-Freen, colder and more distant than Becky remembers, greets her with icy restraint, while Becky struggles to confront the pain she caused. As they navigate the delicate balance of working together, old wounds and buried emotions begin to resurface. Freen's carefully built walls start to crack as glimpses of the woman she once loved shine through Becky's regretful eyes. Meanwhile, Becky, haunted by the truth of why she left, begins to pour her heart into crafting a home that reflects the life they once dreamed of sharing. But their past isn't easy to escape. Freen's pain runs deep, and Becky's guilt weighs heavier with every passing moment. Can love, once shattered, truly be rebuilt? Or will the house they're building become a bittersweet reminder of what might have been? Blueprints of Us is a tender tale of heartbreak and second chances, exploring whether love lost can ever be found again-or if some wounds leave scars too deep to heal.

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# Prologue **Two Years Ago** The music is too loud. I can't stop laughing. "Becky, slow down," Irin says. Someone stops me from reaching for another drink. Saint's twin. Freen. "I think you've had enough." "Where's Saint?" I slur. "Work emergency," she says quietly. The room spins. I stumble toward the exit. Three guys block my path, saying disgusting things. Freen steps in front of me. "She's with me. Back off." They don't listen until security comes. In her car, everything's fuzzy. Her gentle hands helping me to the door. Waiting while I fumble with keys. When I turn to thank her, she's so close. Gold flecks in her dark eyes. The kiss happens before I can think. Soft. Perfect. I pull away, mumbling apologies. She backs into the shadows. I stumble inside and pass out. **The Next Morning** Saint calls early. "Beck, I'm so sorry about last night. Are you okay?" "What do you mean?" "The guys bothering you. I'm so glad I could help you get away from them." I frown. "You were there?" "Of course. I couldn't let anything happen to you. I was so worried when I saw those guys cornering you. Thank God I got you home safely." My head hurts too much to think clearly. "Thank you." "You don't remember much, do you? You were pretty drunk. That's probably for the best. Just know that I'll always protect you, Beck." Warmth spreads through my chest. Saint saved me. Saint protected me. That's when I fall in love with him. **Present Day** I'm staring at my reflection in the wrinkled wedding dress. "Becky? The car is here." The car to take me to marry the wrong twin. Saint left me at the altar this morning. Gone. Now I have to marry Freen. The woman who barely speaks to me. Who avoids me. I don't understand why she dislikes me so much. In an hour, I'll marry someone who can't even look me in the eye. Someone who isn't Saint.

By day, Becky is a brilliant hacker working for a secret organization. By night, she's the elusive vigilante known as "Ghost," taking down corrupt government officials. Freen is a top-tier agent tasked with tracking Ghost down. What happens when the Ghost is hunted? Read on to find out!😉

A past that left one drowning in guilt and the other despising love-when they meet again, it's a battle between remorse and resentment.