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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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In The Dark Room.

Music Recommendation: Lily By Alan Walker.

Just as its name depicted, the dark room was dimly litted, enabling anyone sitting or standing there to see those in the light clearly. Other than the two large couches, a glass table, and a mini bar erected in the room, the room was devoid of any other form of decorations.

Ethan watched over the ceremony from his seat in the dark room, his eyes travelling from one corner of the ballroom to another. He twirled the glass of wine in his hand, as he took in the guests various expressions and their furtive glances around the ballroom. He could tell they were looking for any signs or traces of him being present at the party that night. They never, for once, stopped hoping that he would reveal himself to the public.