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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 · perkotaan
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355 Chs

Card.

Raymond looked down at the woman sleeping peacefully on the bed, a smile crossing his face before he dropped the card on the bedside table. Bending to tie his shoelaces, he did not take long before exiting the room.

[On my way now.]

As he pressed the send button, the elevator opened and he stepped into it. However, instead of going straight to the ground floor, he went to the floor directly below the one his room was in. Immediately the elevator stopped, he walked out in large strides and knocked on the first door he came across.

The door was opened immediately and Raymond smiled, greeting the man who opened it.

"Good morning, Mr..." Having forgotten the man's name, he trailed off and waited for the man to fill it in.

"Atlas, Sir. Do you need me to call the rest too?"

"No, there is no need. You can just relay my message to them," Raymond shook his head, dipping his hand into his pocket to hand over a credit card.