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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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Not His Fault.

Ethan frowned.

"What do you mean 'switch back to Shikera'? I can call you anything I want," he opposed her, dropping the towel he had been using to wipe her face, in the bowl beside the bed.

Shikera sighed, refusing to make eye contact with Ethan as she replied, "I...have nothing to say but then, let's just forget it. What were you doing?"

Her eyes moved to the wet towel and then to the bowl, before finally coming to settle on his face.

"I was cleaning your face," Ethan answered, shrugging his shoulders. "I didn't think you would like it if I change your dress again, while you are asleep."

Blushing furiously, Shikera managed to ask, "And why–why will you change my clothes for me?"

"Cause you were sweating, so much that I was beginning to wonder if I should call Doctor Alexander."

"Still," Shikera insisted, "A few minutes of perspiration wouldn't have done anything. At least we uhm...bathed last night, or...was if early this morning?"