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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

"Actually, he asked me to marry him."

"Really?" Now, that was a surprise Emily didn't see coming. Her eyes instantly fell on her ring finger, and noticing it, Kimberly knew she had to say more.

"Yes. He asked me tonight, wanting to know where I stood with it, and if it fell into my plans."

Her plans? Emily knew all about the plans. The pretty big ones she always seem to have. "And what did you say?" She asked, curiosity and suspicion meshing in her voice.

Kimberly looked into her bowl as she nodded. "I said yes."

"You did." Emily muttered, wondering if it was normal for her to feel worried by such good news, even though it was what she had always wanted for Kimberly. A family of her own.

Her eyes shot up as they looked straight into her mother's, which were peering deeply at hers.

"What did you say?" She softly asked.

"Do you love him, Kim? Do you love the father?"

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