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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

Ruthlyn crept away from the living room up to her own room, unable to bear the tension in the living room. Cyprian and Raymond were causing trouble with their prolonged stares at each other without saying anything. She was beginning to think they were talking with their eyes.

"Won't you change out of that pajamas?" Cyprian asked, breaking the heavy silence in the room, following Ruthlyn's departure.

"You are not the one wearing it," Raymond deadpanned, his tone curt and emotionless.

Cyprian picked up her bag and stood up, ready to leave the villa. She had no idea why she was here in the first place anyways.

"Oh... alright then. I just felt you might be uncomfortable in it," she muttered.

Raymond chuckled, "You really don't care, right? You want to leave for home when I'm like this?!"

Where's My Mummy?