30 Day Fiancé Novels & Stories

“That’s when we realized it wouldn’t work.” The judge leaned back, exchanging a few quiet words with his paralegals. The silence stretched. Then he looked up. “Given the circumstances,” he said, “this court will impose a ninety-day consideration period before approving any divorce.” “What?” Genesis blurted. “Let me finish,” he said firmly. She fell silent. “For the duration of these ninety days,” he continued, “you will reside together as husband and wife.” My jaw tightened. “You will attend court-mandated counseling. Periodic visits will be conducted to verify your living conditions.”

He laughed at that, then reached out and picked up his jacket from the back of my chair. “Here’s what I’ll do,” he said, straightening his collar. “I’ll give you thirty days. I expect a wedding invitation within that time frame.” He looked at me. “If I receive one, then I’ll take you at your word. A mated pair leading Moonshadow is a different arrangement entirely, and I’m a reasonable man. I won’t challenge a bonded Alpha pair.” He paused. “But if I don’t receive one, I’ll assume this was a very creative attempt to buy time, and I’ll come back. And the offer won’t be on the table a second time.”

ELENA "You want me to be your girlfriend for 15 days?" I asked in disbelief. "Fiancée not girlfriend." He said smiling. "Why would you even think I would do that? Like be a Fiancée to a stranger? Not even my friend?" I asked in surprise. "Because you and I know how badly you want to get into the institute. So it's just like a trade, I give you the chance of entering the institute and in return you be my Fiancée. It's not hard, it's just a

I said. "Wait lemme understand you well. I will act like your husband, when am not really your husband?" He asked again. "Yeah, exactly". I relied. "This is scam. How can you tell someone to act like a husband. Check it, it's not good. Wait, is this why you called me here? ". "Listen, its nothing. I will pay you $500k, Okay? just for 30 days, one month." I said.

“Yes, the ring is perfect.” Ring? His hand squeezed my waist, hard. “I have to go,” he said. “We are being interviewed in ten minutes.” He ended the call. I pulled away instantly. “What in the actual madness was that?” He turned to me, smile gone, eyes sharp. “You’re my fiancée.” “I am absolutely not.” “You are for the next three weeks.” I laughed. I couldn’t help it. “Is this a prank? You just met me.” “No it is not, and you just spilled coffee on me,” he shot back. “Life is full of surprises.”

I got up and went over to the bed to lie on my back. “Then let me and your mom help you find someone. We are only trying to give you our support.” He gently defended. “How about we revisit this after a month?” Giving him an option should cause him to back down. He paused. I waited. He spoke, “Give me your word.” “You have my word that in one month we can consider mate options,” I affirmed, staring at the white vaulted ceiling. “One month?” He sought finality. “Yes, 30 days.” I rolled my eyes.

“Saw your feet under the door.” “Oh.” Silence stretched for a moment before he spoke again. “What’s wrong?” I took a breath. “Roman and I are getting married in three days.” His brows lifted sharply. “Wow. That’s… sudden.” I nodded. “Yes.” “Why the rush?” I folded my hands together, staring at them. “Roman wants it that way. I do too. He thinks his father is deliberately disrespecting me by calling me his girlfriend. He wants permanence. Something official.”

“Precisely. Once every three years is occasionally.” She sighed, her heavy breath crackling down the phone. “And do you know this man? Or is he someone you just met?” Oh, we know each other. “He’s Aaron’s cousin. You know, Day’s fiancé.” “Oh, well that makes a difference. If he’s Dayton approved, I’m sure he’s a good guy.” A good guy with a penchant for a little light bondage and a mini vibrator. “Day hasn’t exactly…approved…him. More like she’s waiting and seeing.”

My heart started racing. “What kind of proposition?” He leaned forward, elbow on his knee, looking at me intensely. “Give me one month,” he said. I blinked. “What?” “Thirty days,” he continued. “Let me take you out. Cook for you. Show you what we could be now, not who we were five years ago, but who we are now. As the people we’ve become.” I stared at him. “Enzo…” “No pressure,” he said quickly. “No expectations beyond spending time together. We’ll go on dates, like we’re starting over.”

Yes, I give up. Are you sure? Trust me, you don't want to owe me a favour. My requests are always impossible to grant. I'll do it. He took the risk. For some minutes, his counselor refused to reply his message. Williams hoped she wasn't cooking together outrageous requests. Were they that big that she had to take five minutes to cook it together? The message popped in. He clicked on it hurriedly. Can you act as my fiancé for my family for a week? Williams eyes doubled in size. He stared at the computer, amazed.