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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."

The Faceless Billionaire Celebrity Wife

"Woah! Daddy, it's night already," Shikera exclaimed.

"I'm surprised too. To think that we could wait for this long without getting bored," Liam replied her, matching her enthusiasm with a loud voice.

From an onlookers point of view, one would think that Shikera and Liam were so absorbed in sharing stories of these past few months with each other that they had not noticed that several hours had passed. But the father and daughter duo knew it was nothing like that.

The doctor had come earlier and had collected strands of both her and her father's hair and also that of Elizabeth's hair, before leaving again. He had told them he would be back in a few hours and they were still waiting until now. With the time reading thirty minutes past eight and most of the employees already out of the company building, Ruthlyn and Enoch had already joined them in the office.

Fake Persons.