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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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#R18
#COMEDY
#SLICEOFLIFE
#POSSESSIVE
#SWEETLOVE
#FIRSTLOVE
#FACESLAPPING
#CONTRACTMARRIAGE

Do You Love Me?

"Ethan..." Was all Shikera could say, as she stared at him in disbelief. Was this really her husband?

Ethan laughed inwardly at the way Shikera was staring at him. "He did leave his name though. He signed on this particular painting so if you can find him with your own connections, then you should go ahead," he stated, only to see her eyes brighten in relief.

"Where is the signature?" Shikera asked.

"Over there. Right on your peaches."

Mortified as she was, Shikera had no choice but to step closer to the painting to examine it carefully. And there on both of her breasts, was a word scrawled in curvy handwriting.

'Vincent.'

"I hate you, Ethan," Shikera whispered. She fell down to her knees in relief but Ethan was quick to catch her, lifting her up to rest against him.

"Why do you hate me?" he asked. His face could not be anymore serious than it was at this moment.