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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."

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Schooling her face into a stoic expression, Shikera pulled open the door, prepared to snap at Hazel.

"I told you I will call you when—Cyprian?! What are you doing here?" she could not help but yell, seeing the person she least expected to be at the door.

"What stupid question are greeting me with? I bet you didn't even miss me for those two weeks we were apart," Cyprian mumbled dejectedly, like a kid whose mother forgot to pick him up from the kindergarten.

Even with a lot of questions at the tip of her tongue, Shikera pulled her friend in for a hug as she could feel her dejected mood.

"What are you saying, Rian? Of course, I missed you."

She opened the door wide enough for Cyprian to enter, before closing the door after her.

The both of them went upstairs to Shikera's room, where the whole room was tidy except the couch and the table. Cyprian, who was very exhausted was about to slump on the couch when Shikera pulled her up.

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