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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 · Urbano
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353 Chs

Impotent.

"Alright then—Ahh!"

Ethan jolted at the sudden sound from the other sound of the line, as he hurriedly turned to Ruthlyn.

"What happened?"

"I...don't know. The call is disconnected though," Ruthlyn replied.

"What if she's hurt? Try calling her again," Ethan requested, worry etched on his brows as he stared down at Ruthlyn's phone. One would wonder why he wasn't using his own phone which was there in his right hand.

Ruthlyn complied, dialing Shikera's number two more times before giving up.

"She's not—"

"When you spoke to her at first, did she seem angry?"

"No."

"Then why did she refuse your help? You think it's because you said I asked you to do it?" He asked again, causing Ruthlyn to sigh inwardly.