Entice me || Freenbecky || Completed
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In the rise of the star, the 25-years old notorious actress (Becky) has already encountered problems, which ruin her reputation as a celebrity. However, the issues were created not because she's problematic but because of betrayal from her close ones. As a result, she guarded herself against letting other people come into her life.
On the other hand, an ordinary girl (Freen) wants nothing to do with the entertainment industry because the fame of her well-known actress's mother hinders her from being herself and enjoying her life. But when Becky entered Freen's life, she unknowingly surrendered herself to Becky despite the girl being an actress.
Can they trust each other and rendezvous to feel the unknown?
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