30 Day Fiancé Novels & Stories

Her sharp blue eyes glints against the light. “Yes, you could say that. I have a preposition for you.” I say calmly, and there's a tint between her forehead as she processes it all in. “You will be my girlfriend for ninety days, that's approximately three months, and we can forget all about the debt that your father owes me, better?”

I picked it up first, then looked at the date on the agreement, but I soon frowned when I realized the document was from four months ago, meaning he's been on this for quite some time now. I brushed that off, and started to read the terms of the agreement, my already frowning face squeezing even deeper, “Why three years?” I raised my eyebrows. “You’ll find that a three-year marriage arrangement is the least costly option for you. The alternatives like going to Iran or Bangladesh... well, let’s just say they’re not as accommodating.”

"I and you. Again— we can't be—" I let the grin appear on my face. "So, you're expecting me to patch up with you again? When did I even say that?" Her eyes gush in such a surprise as if she's getting stunned by my words repeatedly. "You just—" she gulps. "Yeah. I just said that I want you. But not forever," I purse my lips into a playful smile, watching her get horrified. "Thirty days" I grab her arm and shove a piece of xerox copy of the agreement.

"I need a fiancée and she must be Convincing, it's temporary mporary. Six weeks, maybe two months." Aurora laughed. It burst out of her, loud and real, echoing off the glass walls. "You want me to pretend to be your fiancée?" "I want you to be my fiancée in every room that matters, dinners, meetings all of it including a trip to Tokyo." His voice was level, businesslike, as if he were discussing a delivery schedule. "In exchange, your f*e doubles. And when the merger closes, you walk away with your reputation and a check that funds your consultancy for three years."

“You weren't there so the deal didn't go through. I warned you this meeting was crucial.” “What?” I was surprised. “Well, what happens now?” I asked. I didn't want to sound selfish, or leave him stranded. “They've given us a 30 days grace period to redeem ourselves.” He said, his tone curt. “Us?” I asked, confused. I definitely wasn't interested in spending one more minute with this arrogant man. “Yes, us. You’ll have to continue as my wife for 30 days.”

It took him two tries to unfold it fully. [Victor, Perhaps in your heart, my mother and I have always been people who clung to favors for personal gain. But I still want to tell you this. Whether it was my mother's choice back then, or my choice to marry you, neither of us ever did it to demand repayment. You didn't need to go to such lengths, designing those 33 accidents to delay the wedding. If you had simply told me that you loved someone else, I would have left. I'm sorry for trapping you at my side for so many years and for keeping you from pursuing your true love.

And then it is a waiting game while the henna dries. Sarah pops in with lattes for all of us and stays while we chat. I tell them all about Cake and invite them to the opening next week before Fred starts telling me about setting up the shop. Sarah regales us with tales of her eventful weekends with the various men in her life, and every once in a while I catch Fred giving her longing glances, making me wonder just how long he has been hiding his feelings for her.

"But one thing is certain. I despise that man." He studied me for a moment before leaning forward. “I’ll do what you want,” he said, “but in return, you need to be my fiancée. And soon. We’ll have to get married.” My breath hitched. "Married?" A smirk tugged at his lips. “Don’t worry. It’ll only be for three months.” This was far more than I had bargained for, but I had no choice. This was my one chance to rewrite fate.

he asked. “We pretend to date for 30 days, and before that, we’ll sign an agreement. We’ll make the relationship seem real, similar to a contract marriage, and during this time, your dad will surely fall for it, and then we can part ways after 30 days,” I stated, allowing for some silence to settle. “What if he doesn’t fall for it before the 30 days are up?” “He will,” I said with a smirk. “How do you come up with all of this? I’m still trying to understand why you’re helping me. And don’t tell me it’s just because I caught your interest or something,” he remarked.

My brow rises and my heart begins to beat faster, "Days? How many days are we talking about?" "For the next twenty-one days." "Twenty-one days?" I echo and my eyes widen, "that's three weeks!" I get up from my seat and move to the kitchen to grab a bottle of whiskey and a cup from the counter. I don't drink in the morning, but it's too early for all this. "You want me to be your replacement for three weeks and your fiancé of all people is not supposed to find this out. He's not an idiot is he?"