Roesy_Moore

Kimberly Campbell, a beautiful and goal driven financial analyst, knew exactly what she wanted for herself, and a baby didn't make the list. 

It was a huge stray from the big plans, and the commitment a baby required, she was certain she could never afford. 

With no one to blame, there was only one victim — the stupid glasses of Vodka that had led her into the arms of a man, whose first name was all she knew. Nicholas. 


Nicholas Vice loved nothing more than being in charge of his own life and decisions. And he was more proud of the casual and mutually-beneficial relationships with little to no commitments he enjoyed. But disappointment came in shocking waves when his father gave an ultimatum to marry his favorite and soon-to-be promoted staff, or risk losing his inheritance.


Vexed and certain there was a ploy somewhere, Nicholas vowed to expose the gold digger who was trying to ruin his life. 


With determination in his heart, he took up his temp role at the head branch. But the unexpected twist occurs when Nicholas discovers that not only was his 'supposed bride' his one-night stand, she was also pregnant. 

Taking advantage of 'the' situation, he proposed a deal, the only one he believed would get him out of his father's ultimatum — a contract marriage. 


Marriage for a year in exchange for her pride and reputation.

Married To Mr. Vice

As Kimberly sat in one of the booths at the Bistro diner, her eyes distractedly staring at the busy sidewalk strumming with a traffic of humans hurrying with a single purpose of the vicious circle of clocking in before 9, she wondered once and again if she was making the right decision.

The decision of marrying Nicholas Vice.

The man and his silly proposal has been the main object of deliberate and calculative thinking for the past couple of days.

She had thought about it long and hard, and while she was convinced there might be no other way, the apprehensive kick in her stomach wasn't abating.

Her eyes darted towards the door whenever it opened and a customer walked in. That was the sixth person since she walked in, but there was still no sign of him.

Maybe that was a sign itself, she mused.

Building Guilt