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

Outside, Martins and Grace walked slowly towards Martin's car, and as they walked farther from the house and towards his car, Grace felt anxiety bolt up in her stomach, her composed façade slowly crumbling.

"You didn't tell me you were coming over." She said as they approached his car.

"I only got his call last night. Sorry I couldn't tell you, and I wanted to surprise you."

"Well, I'm surprised." Truly she was. She has been restless for nights on how she had ruined an almost perfect day with her insecurities.

Darting her gaze around and sure they were safe and far from the eyes of those in the house, she caught his finger. "Martin, I'm so sorry about the other night," she began, her voice filled with regret. "I miss you. I hate how things ended between us."

Pretending