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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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355 Chs

Single And Searching.

"Fiancee?" Cyprian repeated. Her wild mind was already creating scenarios in her head as she wondered if the so called president's secretary liked her at first sight and wanted to use this opportunity to hit on her.

Inhaling deeply, she decided to face it head-on. At least, she had to see the person and know what he wanted first.

However, her surprise could not be measured when she came to stand before the president to see Raymond sitting in front of the man.

"Ray," she called, not bothering to hide her surprise.

"Rian," Raymond called back, the smile on his face showing that he had planned this beforehand.

Before she could be tagged as impolite, Cyprian bowed slightly to greet the president who nodded at her in response. With the man's frail expression and languid physique, Cyprian could tell he had not recovered completely.