When billionaire playboy Nick Sinclair sets his sights on the one woman who wants nothing to do with him, will he be able to change his ways to win her heart? ***** Sparks fly when trouble comes knocking on billionaire playboy Nick Sinclair's office door. Enter: Caroline Stewart, his new temporary secretary, who's twenty-one and blissfully unaware of the effect she has on her notoriously womanizing boss. The problem? Before Nick can convince her he's after more than a one night stand, their first (innocent) kiss is caught on camera and goes viral. Now forced to pretend they're in a serious, committed relationship to appease both his parents and the press, Nick isn't sure which of Caroline's kisses are real and which are just for show. And as one kiss leads to another and another, the line between professionalism, deception, and love threatens to blur beyond anyone's recognition... [[Word Count: 100,000-150,000]]

A man is set to find a perfect girl for him but his only demand is that his wife has to be a virgin. Will this man find his perfect woman? Who will be that Virgin Girl? A satire on society thoughts and opinions of both men and women about being an idealistic woman and wife. An modern outlook to the situations both men and women willing to get married faces.A fresh set of dreams of a modern woman and aspirations of a modern young educated man for his life and future wife. Some twists ,some turns ,some drama,some lies makes a perfect tale of love, life,choices and dreams. #5 in #generalfiction in 19.1k stories ( as on May 11,2022) #1 in #expectations in 20.8 k stories(as on May 11 ,2022) 🏆Awards :Most original teen fiction in the strawberry Parfait Awards Started on 10 April 2022 Ended on 30 May 2022

"You think you're going to walk down an aisle for that old man?I'm done being the nice guy, Mishti. I'm ready to force this. I'll film every second of it-every filthy look on your face, every pathetic sound you make. I'll send that video to that old dick and let him watch exactly how his 'innocent' little bride moans while she's being ruined by a monster. I'll tell him explicitly, in detail, how I was the one who broke your hymen." I shivered violently, my knees feeling like they were made of water. The sheer brutality in his voice, mixed with the painful, heat-inducing pressure of his hands on my chest, made my head spin. "Sultan, please..." I whispered, my voice a broken, wet thread. He leaned in closer, his nose brushing against mine, his blood-red eyes burning into my soul. He gave my breasts one last, punishing squeeze before sliding his hands up to cup my face with a terrifying intensity. "Then give me something better, Mishti," he growled, his breath hot and smelling of dark desire. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't just rip the rest of these clothes off, throw you on that bed, and finish this right now? Why should I show you even a second of mercy?" I looked at his lips, then back at his crazed eyes. My body was betraying me; between the fear and the way he was handling me, a slick, treacherous heat was pooling between my thighs. My heart was thundering, not just from terror, but from a dark, shameful need to be claimed by the very man who was threatening to destroy me.