Timeless || FreenBecky [Completed]

Timeless || FreenBecky [Completed]

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Becky, a spunky time traveler who's ready to break all the rules, and Freen, a quirky author who's perfectly content with her own company. But fate has a mischievous plan in store for them. When their timelines collide in the most unexpected way, get ready for a rollercoaster of hilarious misunderstandings, heartwarming moments, and a dash of time-bending chaos! Will Becky and Freen find a way to sync their hearts despite being out of sync in time? Get ready for a whirlwind of laughter, friendship, and maybe even a touch of romance as they discover that some things are truly meant to be - no matter what era you're in!
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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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