Story cover for When the Script Changes by itsbeckfreen
When the Script Changes
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  • Reads 11,674
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  • Parts 17
  • Time 1h 20m
Complete, First published Mar 19
When Becky and Freen's love story began, it was written in scripts and stolen glances. But life had other plans-rewriting their fate into something real, something breathtakingly theirs. From navigating the industry's challenges to falling deeper in love, their journey led to a life filled with warmth, laughter, and family.
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