30 Day Fiancé Novels & Stories

The number hung in the air between us. "The marriage contract is for three years minimum," my father explained. "Play the role of Julian Blackwood's wife, attend the necessary events, maintain appearances. After three years, you can divorce him and walk away with three million dollars. Tax-free. Enough to start whatever life you want, anywhere in the world." I stared at the folder, my mind racing. Three million dollars. That was freedom. Real freedom, not the scraping, desperate kind I had been planning. With that money, I could go to graduate school, start a business, and never depend on anyone again.

Napairap siya. “Samahan mo akong kumuha ng CENOMAR.” Napakunot-noo ako. “CENOMAR?” “Oo. Requirement sa kasal,” sagot niya. Doon ko lang naalala kung gaano na pala kalapit ang wedding nila ng fiancé niyang si Vlad. “Wait. Three months na lang bago ang kasal ninyo, ’di ba?” Agad siyang napangiti.

, opening a bottles he hands it to me, “ you know , i have never jogged with anyone in my life, i love my walks quiet and alone’ he said, pooping a bottle in his mouth. “ guess what ? , i don't do jogging either so we are kinda the same’’ giggling at my silly remarks, “it's good having someone to laugh with over here you know, i don't really …” my words fail me , as my mouth suddenly feel dry. “ It's cool , you have me for 30 days, or less, “ he said. “ 30 days?” ” yes i would be leaving peru in thirty days , maybe before then i could get you to like me enough to be my girlfriend” he said popping his bottle in his mouth.

Every detail lined up with me and Ryan. A chill ran through me. Before I knew what I was doing, I called him. No answer. I called again. Still nothing. I couldn't let it go. On the third try, his phone went straight to off. The girl on the line spoke, a smile in her voice. "See? I told you I matter more to him." "His fiancée just called three times in a row. Begging him to make up, probably. He didn't pick up once."

"I am not being childish, Shraf. I want what's rightfully mine, these five years! No amount of your money can bring back those!" "This is not fucking possible!" It was not possible to love you this much either, I did anyway. "30 days." I sipped my coffee, my fingers rubbing the warm mug. "What?" My husband might lost count how many times I rendered him speechless today, but I didn't. I was fucking enjoying it. "I want thirty days from you. For the next thirty days, you are mine. I get to touch you whenever I want, wherever I want. I get to kiss you goodbyes, hug you when we sleep"

I stood up, took of my jacket and put my cigar in the ash trey. It’s smoke went directly to her face, she didn’t move, she was probably scared that I was going to fire her or complain about her service. I learnt by the table and sat again. “ I want you to be my fiancée?” “I beg your pardon?” She said her eyes widening. “ You heard me right.” “How’s that even possible?” She asked in disbelief. “ Because, it’s not being my fiancée, but my fake fiancé just for thirty days.”

I thought he had lost his tongue because he was so quiet. "Deal. But—" "But again?" I asked annoyed. I also cut him off because I didn't want to hear any more nonsense. "Give me thirty days, Lessanna." I frowned at him. I don’t understand what the thirty days he’s asking for are for. "30 days for what?" I asked him confusingly. "Thirty days to fall in love with me." he said and left me abruptly. I haven't even agreed yet but if he acts like that, it's as if I'm really going to agree with his wishes.

“A… what?” “Sixty days. That’s what you need, right?” He folded his hands on the desk. “You pretend to be my fiancée for sixty days. Public appearances, events, enough to convince the people who matter. The day you say yes, every cent your family owes this company disappears. Completely.” The silence that followed felt like it had weight. I stared at him, waiting for the punchline. There wasn’t one. “You’re serious,” I whispered. “Dead serious.”

I whispered. “For?” “One month.” He ran his fingers through my hair like he was testing the weight of it—then tightened his grip until I gasped. “Try again.” “I’m yours for thirty days,” I said, louder now, shame rippling under my skin. He bent lower, eyes locking on mine, his grip firm in my hair. “No, Sienna. You’re mine for thirty nights. And they’re going to feel endless by the time I’m done with you.” I should’ve been afraid. I should’ve screamed.

I could tell that if I didn’t give him an answer soon, he would lose his cool. I returned my attention to the contract in my hands, reading it carefully, it had rules clearly stated, The rules stated that we would be married for just a hundred days, and during that period, there'd be no form of intimacy between us. We would live in the same house, but In different rooms, almost like strangers. He wanted nothing to do with the Scarlet of a lady. "I'll do it.." I mumbled softly, deciding to take a very big risk. I had no idea who Scarlet was, but they must have made a deal or something, and somehow, he had mistaken me for her, which was somehow a good thing for me.