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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.

Roesy_Moore · Urbain
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81 Chs

Sweet Things

Although it was time for lunch, Kimberly sat in the conference room, surrounded by her colleagues and engaged in a lively discussion about the company's upcoming project.

She was deeply engrossed in the details, her professional demeanor masking the whirlwind of thoughts about her recent engagement.

Her phone, which she had set on silent, vibrated insistently in her pocket. She glanced at the screen discreetly and saw Richard's name flashing.

Recognizing the importance of the call, she raised her hand slightly to signal for attention. "Excuse me for a moment, I need to take this call," she said, her tone polite but firm.

Her colleagues nodded understandingly as she stood up and walked out of the room, heading toward the quiet corridor. Once she was sure she was out of earshot, she answered the call.

"Hello, Richard," she said, pleasantly.