When the Story Continues (Sequel to When the Script Changes)

Chapter 40: The Wrath of Sam & The Love of Mon

Sam Had a Soft Spot for Exactly Three People in This World.

Mon. The love of her life. The only person who could turn her fierce glare into a soft smile with just one look. The one who knew her like no one else ever had—or ever would.

Pin. The quiet, book-loving, innocent little sister she never had but adored with every fiber of her being. Pin, with her shy smiles and glasses, her endless curiosity and kindness—Sam would set the world on fire for her.

And then—
There was FreenBecky.

She never said it out loud.
She never showed it the way she did with Mon or Pin.
But deep down?
Sam adored them.

Freen and Becky were icons. Legends. Her idols long before they became her family.
Before Mon. Before any of this.

She had grown up watching them dominate an entire industry, standing tall with grace and fire.
They were everything she had ever wanted to be: strong, unapologetic, bold.
And now, somehow, impossibly, they had become hers too.

Like second mothers.
Fierce. Loyal. Protective.
Their approval had meant more to her than she'd ever admit.
Because Sam didn't show vulnerability easily.
But Freen and Becky?
They had seen right through her from day one.

And she loved them for it.

In her own Sam way—quiet, steady, fierce.
The kind of love that didn't need words, but would last forever.

So when Sam heard about the bullying?

When she found out that some punks had been pushing Pin around, mocking her, making her life hell?

Sam?

Sam saw red.

Because no one messed with the people she loved.

Not her Mon.
Not her Pin.
And not the world Freen and Becky built for them all.

Not while Samanan Anantrakul still had breath in her lungs.

It was Mon who told her.

They were in their shared apartment, curled up on the couch after dinner, when Mon's phone buzzed.

A message from Anil.

At first, Mon was confused—Anil didn't text her often.

But when she opened it, her stomach dropped.

Anil: Just a heads up, Pin was being bullied at school. I handled it, but I thought you and Sam should know.

Mon read the message twice.

Then a third time.

Her heart ached.

She turned to Sam, who was busy flipping through a book.

"Sam..." Mon murmured, her voice uncertain.

Sam looked up, instantly sensing something was wrong. "What?"

Mon hesitated.

Then she handed her the phone.

Sam took it, eyes scanning the text.

And just like that—

Her entire expression changed.

Mon had seen Sam angry before.

But this?

This was something else.

Her usual calm, composed demeanor hardened.