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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

Friends.

"None of my business, Shikera? You can't just take impromptu decisions without informing people that are supposed to know!"

Shikera scoffed disbelievingly, "And why do you think you are qualified to know?!"

For a moment, Team leader Zuresh felt like she was talking to a different person. She took Shikera's hand and turned it over to examine her palm, before nodding confidently.

"It's really you, Shikera," she whispered. When she checked Shikera's palm just now, she saw how pale and almost transparent it was, just like how Shikera's lips and eyeballs always were on most days. It was kind of like a part of the symptoms of her sickness.

"Yes, it's me. I would not give up my name too!"

The older woman was confused at that, and she didn't bother to hide how confused she was.

"I don't understand what's going on with you right now, Shikera. But I know that I'm someone you can talk to if something is really wrong somewhere," she stated.