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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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"Forget it, Cyprian. You don't want to know the details," Raymond chimed in. Staring straight at Enoch, he continued,"We should leave now. Rian, just stay here with Ruth until we return. I will just make visits to Anderson Corporation and DL Corp, so you don't have to worry about me getting harmed."

Cyprian nodded slowly, "Alright, you don't have to worry about us."

Grandma Cooper was silent as she patted Shikera's back, her hand slowly moving up and down as if to help her relax.

Currently bent over the sink, Shikera was anything but relaxed. She could not even tell that her back was being patted, with the ruckus going on in her belly right now.

"I...water—" she cut herself up as she felt bile rushing up her throat and bent to pour it all out. This was how it had been since last night after the walk with Alan.

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