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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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"Did I hear right?" Enoch whispered, his brows furrowed in confusion.

Ethan raised his head to look at his younger brother. "You heard right. If a father and a mother is what it takes to convince her she's worthy to stand by my side, I will find them for her," he stated.

"But... aren't her parents part of The Jordans?" Enoch asked.

"I don't care. I will find them and do all it takes to have them take up respectable positions in the economical sector of the country...as long as that's what she wants."

"I don't think she wants that," a voice came from the door, causing them all to turn their heads in the direction of the door.

It was Cyprian, wearing a large shirt over baggy jeans. It was obvious at a glance that the clothes were not hers. She was staying at the villa at the back with Raymond, after calling her team leader to use her almost expired two weeks leave.

Raymond walked over to her, pulling her into his arms in a small hug.

The Ordinary Man.