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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

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"So Krystal asked us to be on the first floor in twenty minutes. Do you guys want to check the hospital out first or you just want to go—" Leonard's words caught in his throat as his brain registered the face of the person standing before him. Even though Ethan's face was halfway covered, Leonard already knew him enough to recognize him anytime and anywhere.

On the other hand, the usually composed Ethan had his face scrunched up in confusion as his gaze travelled from Leonard, to the man behind him, and finally to a woman who looked just like Mignon.

Unlike Leonard, Ethan regained his composure as early as he could and asked, "Who is that behind you, Leonard?"

"Uh?? Wh—Who is that— where...where is the person? Is someone behind me?" Leonard stuttered nervously. His tongue and brain just wouldn't cooperate with him.

His Eyes.