Rendezvous Point

Rendezvous Point

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WpMetadataReadContenido adultoConcluida sáb, sep 20, 20257h 26m
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Ex-US Army Master Sergeant, Freen Sarocha Chankimha heaved a deep sigh as her feet finally stepped inside the Suvarnabhumi Airport arrivals. It's been two painful years since she last saw this beautiful place. It was supposed to be a surprise homecoming for Freen after years of being overseas. Little did she know that she will also be surprised. A surprise that changed her entire life.. Rebecca Patricia Armstrong has been working as a resident nurse in Bumrungrad International Hospital for almost three years, apart from being a nurse she's also working as a part-time chemist at the same hospital. She was always fond of researches and developments that's why she took the offer to her to work in a chemist lab. She is always smart and methodological, but sometimes becomes stupid when she panics. She made a stupid decision that almost cost her and her brother's life. But sometimes the entire universe conspires for two people to meet. An unexpected meeting in the most uncanny circumstance. FreenBecky Apocalyptic AU This is an original story and a work in progress. Expect some typos and wrong grammatical errors since it's hard to proofread your own work 😅 Please do not copy. Thank you!
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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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