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Marrying The Wrong Twin!
# 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.Terminé
OBSESSION (FREEN X BECKY)
Freen Sarocha terkenal dengan pribadi yang humble dan ramah. Namun di balik semua itu ia menyimpan obsesi kepada salah satu artis di bawah naungan agensinya yaitu Rebecca Armstrong. Udah itu aja ges. Mari kita lihat kelanjutannya.![Curtain Call [EN]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/331425221-256-k166204.jpg)
Curtain Call [EN]
"I, Freen Sarocha, am not Khun Sam. She, Becky Armstrong, is not Mon. The feelings exist only between Khun Sam and Mon. The feelings do not exist between Freen and Becky. There is no such thing as freenbeck. It's only monsam." === This is a rain check. I am not sure whether I will continue writing this story or not but I've been obsessed with freenback lately. There will be no complex plots, the number of chapter is not gonna be a lot. I will just write whatever comes into my head, lol. Receh aja ini mah hahaha.Let's put it as a placeholder and I will be back once I've decided whether I will continue this or not.Terminé![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!pTerminé
Phi-Nong My Ass | FreenBecky
Freen wipes Becky's spoon. Open a bottle cap for her. Buys her favorite milk tea. Calls her precious. Princess. Angel. But always ends it with "my little sister." How do you confess to someone who only sees you as a sister? How do you let go when your heart refuses to? And how much courage does it take... to finally wake up from a five-year dream you never wanted to end?Terminé
Take Another Leap With Me
With what happened in the past, can the two be with each other again? Can their family ever be complete? What will Freen do if her wife comes back? Will she forgive her? Will she accept her? Will she ever take another leap again? --------------------------------------------------------------- Book 2 of "My Billionaire Wife"Terminé
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!PTerminé
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---Terminé
# 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.
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