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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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"Keep flaunting your chest," Shikera yelled after him, annoyed for no particular reason. She just hated the fact that such a simple thing as seeing his naked upper body was distracting her this much.

"I didn't stop you from flaunting yours," Ethan called back.

Shikera eyed the door as if it was Ethan, before walking over to drop her bag her bag on his bed. Her eyes took in the room's monotone decorations, and she fell into deep thoughts. Ethan never slept on the bed so would she be allowed to sleep there? Or did she have to sleep on the couch with him?

Sighing, she walked into the bathroom to take her bath and came out a few minutes later, wrapped in Ethan's black bathrobe. She was done bathing before she remembered that she did not bring a towel or night dress to wear, so she had to make do with Ethan's bathrobe.

His Wife.