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The Faceless Billionaire Celebrity Wife

After finding out she had at most five years left to live, Shikera Anderson could only live life in a carefree and unhindered manner, in order to numb the fear and sadness in her heart. However, her heart shattered when she was forced waste a year stuck in an marriage contract with a masked man, in exchange for her father's life. "The main clause of the contract: Don't touch my daughter!" Ethan DeLoach, the most wanted personality by all the press stations in the country, hated reporters with passion until one came into his life in form of a contract wife. He was able to keep her at bay until her despicable lips turned out to be the cure for his terrifying nightmares. As they experiment with their lips every night before sleeping, how long would it take them to succumb to the throngs of passion while throwing all caution to the wind? Will Shikera be able to dissolve the hatred Ethan has for reporters, with her plain and carefree attitude? How will Ethan react when he finds out what the repercussion was for breaking the contract? And finally, would the love between them defy Shikera's short life span? *** "Ethan, why the fuck did you not tell me I had hickeys on my neck?!" Shikera yelled. "I practically announced to the whole nation that I had a passionate night!" "That's not my fault though. You could have lied they were birthmarks." "And when the marks fade, another lie?" she asked irritatingly. He smirked mischievously at her words, before leaning over to whisper into her ear, "No worries, I will renew them every night."

Krepsore07 · Urban
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345 Chs

Ice Cream 1

"Well, I didn't expect much. But I still have to explain why I finished late to Miss Reporter," Ethan retorted. As Shikera opened her mouth to respond, he stuffed a handful of cabbage into her mouth and smiled, "It would do you good to eat now before the food gets cold."

"Alright, I heard you," Shikera replied, her words coming out in a muffled and inaudible tone.

Her eyes swept over the plates on the table as she wondered which of them to eat next, an excited glint in her eyes.

"Just start from the one nearest to you if you can't decide," Ethan whispered, noticing her struggle.

"I will do just that," Shikera agreed enthusiastically. However, she had just dug her spoon into the plate when a wave of nausea hit her.

'But it's late afternoon already. This isn't supposed to be happening,' she thought. Swallowing, she raised up the bowl of hot soup and gulped it down, thinking her digestive nerves would be calmed down. But the opposite happened.