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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."

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His Voice.

"As if," she scoffed, regaining her serious expression from when they just stepped into the room. "Now, Mr DeLoach, do you still need any more preparations?"

"Just a question," Ethan replied, "You still want all honors for this show to be attributed to you, right? You don't want them to think you owe it to anything or anyone; not your father, not your family's name, and not some unknown favor, right?"

"Sure,' Shikera let out a loud sigh. "But there's nothing I can do about that right now."

"In the garage that day, you said it doesn't matter if you had to tell the audience you seduced me to get me there. All you wanted was for everyone's focus to be on us. Do you still have the same thoughts?"

Shikera nodded.

"Why not? But like I said, it's too late for me to do that—"

A knock resounded on the door and Ruthlyn's voice came,

"Excuse me. The spectators are now seated in the studio. We should start now."