Novel & Cerita 30 Day Fiancé

I called him countless times, but none of the calls went through. The shop assistant looked at me pitifully, making my heart ache. She stepped forward and asked gently, "Ms. Zachman, how about we wait a little longer?" I shook my head and forced a smile. "No. I'm going home." On my way back, I saw a post with a picture of Shawn choosing pajamas for Britney. The caption read: [I can’t believe we’re so close that he’s helping me pick out pajamas!] I smiled and commented: [Other people's fiancés have good taste, don’t they?]

For a moment I didn’t understand what he meant. Then my chest tightened when I realized he was talking about the thirty days. “I’ll stay at the house for the next thirty days,” Ethan continued. “Just like you asked.” My heart skipped a beat. “You… will?” “Yes,” he replied flatly. “But once those thirty days are over, you will sign the divorce agreement immediately. No more excuses, no more delays.” I closed my eyes for a second, letting out a slow breath that I hadn’t realized I had been holding.

And now I was married to one of them. "Thirty days," I said. "That was the deal." "The deal changed the moment someone shot at you." "No. The deal is the deal. Thirty days. Then I walk away with my house and never see you again." Liam stepped closer. Close enough that I could smell his cologne. Wood and smoke and something broken underneath. "If you walk away in thirty days, my father will find you. He will hurt you. He will do whatever it takes to get those documents."

"We can stay a little." "It's too cold. Let's go back." Emilliano shakes his head. I will pretend I didn't see him glaring at the sky. "But first—i need to clarify something." He states. Huh— "The engagement with Athena is no longer valid." Huh—what? As if the shock wasn't enough, he seriously adds. "Let's get married instead." Am i—dreaming?

“Excuse me?” "Here's the thing, baby," she turned to face me fully. “The council has given me thirty days to bring you back, train you, and show them we're worthy to rule. Within these thirty days we'll be married just like normal and I'll make sure you fall for me. If you don't, which I doubt you won't, I'll set you free and you can return back to your old life." “T...thirty days?” “Mhm.” She leaned closer, so close I could feel her breath hot against my skin. “During which you’ll be mine completely. In every way that matters.”

“No they can’t. I’ll drive you to Fleur to take a rest, and I’ll see you tomorrow with good news.” She nods and with a gentle tone she says, “Thanks. I won’t forget everything you are doing for me.” “300,” he mumbles. She furrowed her brows and glanced at him in confusion, “What?” “This costs you an additional 300 days on top of what’s left in the 90 days.” She scoffed, “Lucian, you can’t do that. If you get married within that time, then I’ll be a mistress and I don’t want to be called like that.”

She hadn't expected a yes, let alone a quick one. “I’ll pay your 20 million dollars debt……and you’ll pose as my fiancee for three months. In or out?”

“Oh, nice. How long will you be here?” “About two weeks to a month.” “Ah, that’s awesome.” “Yeah, yeah. Now, since you have nothing to do, I need to borrow you.” I asked confused, “What for?” “One of my guys lied to his fiancée that he had friends. Like, a gazillion male buddies from school. Which is a lie. I’m his only friend, and we’ve tried to hire some for the wedding. But he says he’s close to just two guys, and I’m only one. I need you to come with me as the other.”

"Or if you prefer not to pay you can agree to the second option." "I am not giving you forty million dollars," Jason laughed while looking around to make sure no one heard. "You are delusional." "Then read the second option," Danika interjected. "Option B is that you remain legally married to Mitchelle for exactly thirty more days. She lives in the house and she retains her title as Mrs. Hunt. After thirty days she will sign the final divorce decree and walk away for good." "Why would I do that?" Jason demanded.

Ryan continued, a lazy smile on his face, "but I don't want to. My life is about to change in a couple of months, I might as well enjoy my time right now." "What's happening?" the girl on his lap asked, lifting her head slightly. Ryan glanced at her. "I'm getting married." She pulled back just enough to look at him properly, confusion flickering across her face as she shifted, like she was about to get off his lap— But he stopped her, his hand tightened slightly around her waist, pulling her back into place. "Relax, babe," he said easily. "It's an arranged thing. It's for the company, just a business deal."