Who Are You [Complete]

Who Are You [Complete]

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WpMetadataReadContenido adultoConcluida sáb, mar 23, 202411h 22m
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Freen and Becky are childhood bestfriends. Although they are very different from each other, they care for each other. Freen has always lived in Thailand and Becky have been living in and out between Thailand and England. Living world's apart each other but how they became so close to each other? Do they just care and love each other as bestfriends or is there a romantic relationship between them? Main characters: 1. Freen Sarocha Chakimha 2. Becky Armstrong [All the characters are fictional] [This story is not inspired by any real incidents or real people]
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Freen Sarocha Chakminha didn't believe in love anymore. Not the kind that stayed. Not the kind that healed. She believed in control, in silence, in the armor she'd built from betrayal and ambition. Love was a transaction. Touch was temporary. And people-people always wanted something. Until the girl showed up at her door. Rain-soaked, trembling, eyes wide with heartbreak and hope. Rebecca Armstrong. Pregnant. Homeless. Carrying the child of Freen's brother-the same brother who vanished with her money and left chaos in his wake. Freen should have turned her away. She almost did. But something in Becky's voice-raw, unfiltered, painfully honest-cut through the walls Freen had spent years fortifying. She let her in. Not just into her house. Into her life. Into the quiet spaces she never let anyone see. And slowly, without permission, Becky began to unravel her. Not with grand gestures. But with soup and silence. With late-night study sessions and soft laughter. With the kind of love that didn't demand-but stayed. This isn't a story about perfect people. It's a story about broken ones who chose each other anyway. About fire inherited not from blood, but from survival. And how sometimes, the coldest hearts burn the brightest-when someone finally sees them.

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