Sold to her (G!P)
- Reads 92,985
- Votes 3,216
- Parts 26
MatureOngoing7h 2m
Last published Thu, Feb 6, 2025
What would do if you were sold to the biggest asshole alive? Freen 24 years old was obligated by her aunt to married Rebecca Patricia Armstrong, she was groomed to be an obedient girl she was forbidden to voice her opinion and if she dare to talk back let's say she will face the consequences but she has a plan and if she played her card right ultimately she would gain freedom.
Becky Armstrong 25 years old a billionaire and the biggest player alive she love to fuck around, she loveto play with women and then dump them when she was bored, honestly she was always straightforward with them but they always wanted more, and her let's just say she didn't believe in love, everything around was about money, power and sex. Now she forced into a marriage but she has a plan to gain a freedom, she will make this girl suffer to a point that she will leave herself.
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
You may also like
She Came for Him, Stayed for Her!
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.Complete
Cold Arrangement
Freen Sarocha, 26. Quiet. Precise. Untouchable. She keeps her head down, her work flawless, and her secret buried deep. No one at Armstrong & Co. knows she's barely holding it together-for her little sister, for survival. And that's exactly how she wants it. Then comes Rebecca Patricia Armstrong. 24. The new CEO. Unfiltered, magnetic, and rich enough to turn boredom into destruction. She's chaos in couture-dangerous in heels, and always in control. Until she sees Freen. And just like that, the game begins. Becky makes her an offer: No strings. Just sex. In exchange? A promotion. Double the pay. No questions asked. Freen agrees-reluctantly. For her sister. For the money. For the power. But their nights? They're anything but simple. What starts as a cold arrangement spirals into something hotter, darker, and far more dangerous. Lust twists into obsession. Control becomes a battleground. And suddenly, the lines between them blur into something neither of them can name-let alone stop. Because Becky's never wanted anything she couldn't buy. And Freen's never let anyone close enough to try. But this? This isn't just a deal anymore. It's war. Desire. Power. And maybe... something real. Let the games begin.Complete![𝘿𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙮 [𝙶!𝙿]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/400947066-256-k766279.jpg)
𝘿𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙮 [𝙶!𝙿]
Freen Sarocha Chankimka was wild, careless, and always in trouble. Money, status, even her parents' scolding couldn't change her. But then came Becky Armstrong-smart, fearless, and the only one who stood against her. What started as teasing turned into something deeper, something neither of them expected-love. They shared a room, a life, a dream. Until one decision broke them apart. Becky left. The baby stayed. And Freen was left standing at the edge of everything she once ran from. How does a girl who never cared about tomorrow suddenly become someone's whole world? How does a reckless lover turn into a Daddy? This is their story. A story of mistakes, choices, and the fragile thread of love that refuses to break. --- Note: This story is inspired by a movie idea, but told in my own way with Freen and Becky. --- Freen G!pComplete![Dangerously Yours [Beckfreen]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/394284221-256-k963583.jpg)
Dangerously Yours [Beckfreen]
"I mean come on! I need to get you a birthday present but now that i found out so late, it's not gonna be anything amazing." "Pretty thing, all i need for my birthday is you." I cupped the side of her waist, pulling myself closer to her for a peck. "And this bed to fuck you on." I added in, her expression immediately switching to disbelief. - - - You'd never expect to fall in love with your kidnapper but that's what happened to Freen as she was kept hostage by one of the mafia members. Do you think their hearts will connect or will the mafia member, Rebecca, deny her feelings and live on with her dangerous life alone? A BECKFREEN ADAPTATION This story is not mine All rights goes to the original author @defxdaniela It's beckfreen guyssss 🤭 Becky g!p *Contains sexual contentComplete
Lies Under Love
Rebecca Patricia Armstrong and Freen Sarocha Chankimha were married for almost two years. Becky was a well known lawyer while Freen owned different businesses. Their marriage was perfect. Although Becky was still broken from her past, Freen never failed to make her feel complete, safe, and happy. Freen was everything to her. The woman thinks Freen is too good to be true. For her, she is a walking definition of perfect. But what if one day, she finds out her wife turns out to be far from what she knows? What if one day she finds out there's so many lies under their love? Will she still accept the woman after knowing it? ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Warning: This story is G!PComplete![One Night To Forever[Freenbecky]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/351407577-256-k960426.jpg)
One Night To Forever[Freenbecky]
Rebecca Patricia Armstrong is a snob and has no time for a serious relationship. What she really wanted was to find the right fling and learn the sensual arts with him. Her friends are all against it. They said she should think things thoroughly. But she was determined to be a woman... in a man's arms. The man turned out to be a woman and an affluent architect Freen Sarocha Chankimha. She wanted to back out already when she felt hot with her kisses. But she was an expert at seduction. And it is already too late when Rebecca found out that Freen wanted more than a one night stand. ×× Converted, original story by ©etherealpinksComplete
My Wife, The Cop!
Freen's POV - 6 years ago* "You're late, Sarocha!" I rushed into the charity gala, still in uniform. Everyone else looked fancy. I looked like I'd just arrested someone. Which I had. Then I saw her. Beautiful girl in a black dress, surrounded by boring old men. She looked... trapped. Like she'd rather be anywhere else. "That's Becky Armstrong," Nam whispered. "Armstrong Industries princess. Way out of your league." But something about how alone she looked... "I'm gonna talk to her." "FREEN, NO!" Too late. I was already walking over. "Ms. Armstrong? I'm Officer Freen Sarocha. Want to get some air?" She turned, brown eyes meeting mine, and smiled. A real smile. "I thought you'd never ask." --- Freen's POV - Present day I stare at the old photo on my desk. Becky and me, laughing at some café. So young. So happy. So unaware of what was coming. Five years since everything fell apart. My phone buzzes. Officer Sarocha? This is Richard Armstrong. We need your help. It's about my granddaughter... Roni. The daughter I've never met. "I'll be right there." I look at the photo one more time. Are you ready to see her again, Freen? No. But a child is missing. And despite everything, I'd still do anything for Becky. Even if it destroys me all over again.Complete![TO BE HER BURNING PASSION [Freenbecky]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/353460039-256-k320439.jpg)
TO BE HER BURNING PASSION [Freenbecky]
Freen Sarocha Chankimha is the daughter of the tycoon Anong Chankimha who owns the biggest company In Thailand. Although Freen is now in charge of the family business and while in her care, the business had made a huge hit. But Being the bad girl that she is, she fell in love with her secretary and didn't know how to go about it.. While Becky Armstrong who is working as a secretary at the biggest Anong Chankimha's company had been having a hard time since her parents passed away, she also had hard time finishing college and getting a job to keep her earns and provide her needs... Their love story goes on a rough train but right-ended with time. (G!P skip if you're uncomfortable or face any discomfort) READ AND FIND IT OUTComplete
Kneel for Me, Genius (Freenbecky)
Rebecca Patricia Armstrong was born with the world in her palm-the only heir to the Armstrong Empire, the richest family on Earth. As the youngest and fiercest CEO in history, she commands respect with a single glance and shatters egos with a single word. Cold, entitled, and dangerously alluring, Becky lives by one rule: What Becky wants, Becky gets. Freen Sarocha Chankimha has nothing but a brilliant mind and an aching emptiness she can't explain. Working three jobs to survive, living alone in a dusty one-bedroom apartment, and haunted by fragmented dreams of a life she doesn't remember, Freen is a mystery even to herself. Her friends believe she's a once-in-a-century genius-her IQ far surpassing even Einstein and Newton-but Freen? She just wants peace... and maybe, something-or someone-to believe in. Their paths should never have crossed. But when Becky meets the poor, stubborn girl who doesn't fall at her feet, something inside her shifts. What starts as a game to break Freen's pride slowly becomes an obsession neither of them can control. This a Freenbecky Adaptation The story is not mine credit to original Author @Bp_hiu Enjoyyyyy Guysssss 🫰❤️ Freen g!pComplete
Agreement
"Becky slid her panties off first. She was neatly trimmed, but not like that many people had seen her down there, so she probably wasn't as neat as Freen must have been used to. Becky knew she had reached a new low. She felt like shit. She slowly reached around and unhooked her bra, and it dropped to the floor. Freen stood there gazing over her perfect body. Her dick was growing down the side of her leg, dying to break free from her pants. Becky's boobs were the perfect size for her. She was definitely busty, but they weren't too oversized. Her tiny waist was toned, and she had a small butterfly tattoo on her left pelvic bone. Her hips were wider than many of the skinny girls Freen had been with, and that made her even more exotic to her. She had a shape that reminded her of the old pin ups in the fifties that her father used to have hanging in his office. But Freen had to get her mind straight. She was a business woman, first and foremost." G!P Freen --- I do not own this story, this is only converted---Complete
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.
More detailsContent Guidelines