For you, I would.

For you, I would.

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Freen Sarocha Chankimha suffered from her recent family murder that led her take pain killers in order for her to move on. But one time she got overdosed and was sent to the hospital for 3 weeks and when she got out, she started to get addicted on drugs. Meanwhile, the Armstrong's family owed the Chankimha's millions because of their company bankruptcy and decided to take care of Freen themselves ever since she lost her family. But the youngest daughter was against their decision because she was afraid that Freen might get out of control because of the drugs. When will their love story begin? Read and stay tuned for updates! g!p ! May contain vulgar language, scenes, and abuse !
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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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