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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 · Urbain
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Desert.

Shikera's eyes widened immediately, and her hands felt too heavy for her to lift it up and push him away. It became worse when she felt his hand on her second breast, kneading, pressing and massaging. He bit her on the upper part of breast, leaving a red bite mark on her fair skin.

"Ethan..." she moaned, as she felt her legs weakening. It seemed Ethan noticed it too, as the next thing she felt was her legs in the air and wrapped around Ethan's waist. Her hands clutched his hair as she threw her head back, drinking in the pleasure his mouth was instilling in her.

Looking up for a moment at her cloudy eyes, Ethan smiled, "That was great. There should be no reason for you to say 'Shikera' now, right?"

"What?" Shikera started to ask, when she suddenly gasped again. Ethan had resumed his ministrations.