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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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"Wow, you keep surprising me as time goes on. As expected of a DeLoach," the man chuckled.

"What...do I have to do?" Ethan questioned impatiently, in no mood for the man's subtle taunts.

"Hmmm, what's the best you can do, Young Master Ethan?"

"Anything..." As he talked, Ethan's eyes searched the hall as he tried to see where the exit door was.

"Cool! Where's your backpack, Ethan? Bring out the gun in the smallest section," the unknown man instructed.

Ethan paused and looked up abruptly. Was it the hunger that was making him hear things? Or did he really just hear that there was a gun in his backpack?

"Be fast with it unless you want me to leave!" the man threatened, making Ethan realize that he had heard well after all.

"There's no gun in my backpack. I packed it myself," he stated, without moving from the spot where he was standing.

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