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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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"Not that," she interrupted, "You can vent all you want but don't utter curse words..."

"Is that what you have to say, Kera?" Ethan asked disbelievingly.

"Yeah, just...just say whatever but don't curse." All this while, she refused to meet his eyes as she talked, knowing that she might accidentally let everything on her mind out under his scrutinizing gaze.

Ethan felt worry growing within him all of a sudden. He closed the distance between them both, placing his hand on her shoulders.

"I asked you before, Shikera. What's the problem with you?"

"And I told you nothing. Don't ask me again," she snapped, feigning impatience. Only her knew how much she wanted to bury herself in his outstretched arms, but she could not... right?

As if stung by an insect, Ethan removed his hands from her shoulders immediately.

"Hold on, Shikera. You...is all this because of my presence? I uhm— I can leave if my being here makes you unhappy. I'm sorry."

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