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The Faceless Billionaire Celebrity Wife

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? *** "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."

Krepsore07 · Urban
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323 Chs

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Raymond paused abruptly, not because he didn't expect anyone to be home at this time but because the voice which called out for him was his boss's. When last had Ethan come to their own Villa at the back? Most of the time, he usually called so why was he here today? And at such a bad time!

An apologetic look in his eyes, he pecked Cyprian on her lips and covered her body with the sheets before standing up from the bed.

He walked down the stairs and to the living room to see that Ethan was already settled on the sofa.

He sighed loudly, as if to announce his presence and Ethan's attention was attracted.

"Raymond," Ethan called in a suspicious tone as his gaze held Raymond's.

Eager to listen to Ethan and leave, Raymond stated his concern.

"Today is Sunday," he reminded, as Ethan had added in the job contract that he would have Sundays to himself.