Krepsore07

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?

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"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."

The Faceless Billionaire Celebrity Wife

"Forget about that, Shikera, and look at my face,"

Shikera examined his face for whatever he wanted her to see, and apart from the fatigue and stress she noticed, there was nothing else.

"What am I expected to see?" she asked.

"I was unable to sleep comfortably for this past few days. Whose fault was that?" Ethan answered her, while asking another question.

"Not mine, I'm sure of that. Since you were the one who did not want to touch me because you wanted me to tell you 'the story of my life's first," Shikera protested, shaking her head. Her hands, which she folded across her chest tightening the more.

"That was not why...never mind. I will get enough sleep for the day, so you aren't allowed to leave home too regardless of the reason," he ran his hand through his hair, a futile attempt to disrupt the smoothened hair.

"It's the weekend. I have to go out to get ice cream."

Team leader Zuresh's Return.