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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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Ruthlyn turned to face him, forgetting about Raymond for a moment.

"Is he planning to take her back to the estate?" she asked.

"I'm not sure. He would not suggest that the tutor come over here to teach her, right? He should know Ethan wouldn't allow it," Enoch replied, trudging along the living room to walk into the kitchen.

Ruthlyn followed him, her brows knitted in deep thought.

"He didn't tell me yet..." Enoch was replying when his phone gave a ping sound of notification. He removed the device from his pocket and switched it on to read the message, when his eyes widened before quickly returning to their normal size.

"What's wrong?" Ruthlyn who noticed that subtle action, was quick to ask.

"The tutor," Enoch whispered, looking up from his phone to Ruthlyn's face, "Is Elizabeth Anderson. Can you imagine?"

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