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

Kimberly felt a mix of emotions bubbling inside her as she arrived the hospital and stepped on it's lobby.

Hours ago back in her office, she could've sworn her mind was set on keeping the baby, but as her heels clicked against the floor towards the moving escalator, the weight of her decision hung heavy on her shoulders with a loom. But she also couldn't shake off the feeling of uncertainty about her health.

She had never been in such a situation all her life — caught between a rock and a hard place. But somehow, seeing Caroline smile as she waved from the gallery provided some comfort, even as her mind still raced with lingering questions and concerns.

"I am exhausted." Caroline muttered as they pulled in for a hug. "Is that it?" Caroline eyed the pastry box in Kimberly's hand.

Kimberly pulled away. "Yes, it is," and before she sound out her words, Caroline snatched the box.

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