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Married To Mr. Vice

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.

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Kimberly took a generous bite of her waffles, as she waited for him to pick up the envelope.

"What's this?" Nicholas asked, his hand hesitantly reaching for it, his brows creased with suspicion.

He pulled out a sheaf of paper, skimmed his eyes through and looked at her with surprise.

"A contract?"

"Yes. That's my own contract with clear stated terms and conditions." She set her fork down and swallowed the remnant of the poached egg in her mouth. She looked directly at him.

"I want my job at the company secured, my chance at the promotion intact. Duration of the marriage will be two years and—"

"Two? I only need a year."

"Well, I need two. I have to get myself prepared before the divorce, just in case my services are no longer needed at Stratford. And how sure are you that your father is going to hand over the company within a year?"