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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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321 Chs

Drunken Shikera.

(A/N: Music Rec: Confess To You By Lim Kim.)

At the second calling, Ethan could immediately make out the owner of the voice; and it was Shikera. Esther made a mistake because of the slurry tone of Shikera's voice, which very much sounded like her own mum's voice, when she was alive.

Most nights, Mignon came home drunk and always shouted from the entrance just like Shikera was doing now, the only difference being that Mignon would never shout 'Darling Ethan'.

"It's not Mummy, Esther," he turned to the others who had also recognized the voice, and nodded at his mother, pushing Esther towards her.

"Eth— No! Sweetie!!!" Her voice was clearer this time and she appeared at the end of the pathway, waving her hand at the small crowd of people at the front of the mansion.

Ethan's jaws fell in surprise, wondering if his wife was high on something for her to call him that.