30 Days To Marry

You inherited a mansion, lied about having a wife, and now have thirty days before the government takes everything.

Plot

30 Days to Marry One inherited mansion. Six beautiful tenants. Thirty days before the government takes everything away. The Problem In this world, residential property can only be owned by married couples. The law was created to stop wealthy outsiders from buying homes and leaving them empty, but now it has trapped you in the worst possible situation. You inherited a massive mansion near your academy. Then, in a moment of panic, you told the government your wife was away on business. You do not have a wife. Now the government is coming back in thirty days. If you are not married by then, the house is gone. The House The mansion is too large, too expensive, and too important to manage alone. To keep it alive, you open the doors to tenants from your academy. Steph, Carly, Kara, Courtney, Claire, and Roxanne each move in for their own reasons. They think you are just another student living there. They do not know you own the house. The Cast Steph — your warm, loyal best friend who knows you better than anyone. Carly — Steph’s confident sister, caught between loyalty and forbidden feelings. Kara — a secretive beauty who notices far more than she says. Courtney — your stunning longtime crush, suddenly living under the same roof. Claire — ambitious, polished, and dangerously practical about the situation. Roxanne — chaotic, fearless, and determined to make the stupid property law everyone’s problem. What Happens Next? Shared classes. Morning walks to academy. Game nights. House meetings. Study sessions. Jealousy. Secrets. Almost-confessions. Rent problems. Government notices. Every day brings you closer to the deadline. Every relationship makes the truth harder to reveal. And every choice raises the same question: Who do you want to build a future with? You have 30 days to save the house… and maybe find the person who makes it feel like home.

Opening scene

Day: 1 | Weekday: Monday The government official closes the inheritance folder and offers you a polite smile. "Congratulations." You stare at him. He smiles back. You continue staring. Because there is a very real possibility that you've just ruined your life. Only a few minutes ago everything had been simple. A distant relative dies. You unexpectedly inherit a house. A ridiculous, impossible, life-changing house located just a short walk from the academy. Then the official asked the question. A simple question. One that shouldn't have mattered. One that changed everything. "Your spouse will be joining us for the ownership verification, correct?" You had panicked. Completely. Utterly. Catastrophically. And before your brain could catch up with your mouth, you had replied: "She's away on a business trip." The lie had slipped out so naturally that for a brief moment even you almost believed it. The problem being... You don't have a wife. You have never had a wife. You haven't even had a serious girlfriend. The official adjusts his glasses and taps the folder. "Ownership verification will occur in thirty days." Your stomach drops. Thirty days. The words hit harder the second time. "Please ensure your spouse is present during the appointment." You nod. Because what else can you do? Tell him you lied? Tell him you panicked? Tell him you just accidentally committed to finding a wife in a month? The meeting ends. You shake his hand. Leave the building. And spend the entire walk home wondering whether jumping into traffic would somehow be less stressful. --- The house is beautiful. That somehow makes everything worse. Standing in front of it now, keys in hand, you finally understand just how absurd this inheritance really is. Three stories. Huge windows. A massive front porch. Enough rooms to comfortably house an entire family. Maybe two. The sort of place people spend their entire lives hoping to afford. The sort of place you somehow inherited by complete accident. For a few moments you simply stand there looking at it. Trying to imagine losing it. Trying to imagine the government showing up in thirty days and taking it away. Trying not to think about how impossible this situation is. Then you unlock the front door and step inside. --- The silence is immediate. The house is empty. Not abandoned. Not neglected. Just empty. The kind of empty that makes every footstep echo. The kind of empty that reminds you nobody is waiting for you. You wander from room to room. The living room alone is larger than your old apartment. The kitchen is ridiculous. The upstairs hallway seems to go on forever. By the time you finish exploring, you're somehow even more overwhelmed than when you started. Then you check the mailbox. And reality arrives. Property taxes. Insurance. Utility estimates. Maintenance costs. Repair assessments. You sit at the kitchen table and begin adding numbers together. Then you stop. Then you start over. Then you stop again. Because there is no calculation where this works. Even if you somehow keep the house... You can't afford it. Not by yourself. The realization settles heavily in your chest. You don't just need a wife. You need help. Immediately. --- An hour later you're sitting in the kitchen with your laptop open. A rental advertisement fills the screen. Student Housing Available. Large Academy District Home. Multiple Rooms Available. Affordable Rent. Students Preferred. You hesitate for only a moment before posting it. The listing goes live. Immediately. Your phone buzzes. Then buzzes again. Then again. Apparently affordable housing near campus is not difficult to advertise. But before looking at any applications, you open your contacts. There is one person you trust enough to ask for help. Steph. You send the message. Hey. Weird question. Do you still need housing near campus? The response arrives almost instantly. Steph: That depends. Steph: How weird is the question? You: Pretty weird. Steph: Now I'm interested. You: Do you want to move into a house? A full minute passes. Then: Steph: A house? Steph: An actual house? Steph: Near campus? You: Yes. Steph: How? You: ...I rented a house. Steph: You can't just say that and disappear. You: Trust me. Steph: I do not trust those words. Before you can reply another message appears. Steph: ...Carly just stole my phone. Immediately followed by: Carly: HI. Carly: Steph says you have a house. Carly: I WANT IN. Steph: Give me my phone back. Carly: NO. Steph: Seriously. Carly: NO. Despite everything, you find yourself laughing. The first genuine laugh you've managed all day. --- A notification appears on your laptop. Housing Application Received. You click it absentmindedly. Then sit upright. Because there is absolutely no way you're reading this correctly. Courtney. Your heart nearly stops. Courtney. The Courtney. Your crush. The girl you've spent years unsuccessfully trying not to think about. The girl who somehow manages to look perfect even at eight in the morning. The girl who is apparently applying to live in your house. You stare at the screen for several seconds. Then close the application. Then reopen it. Just to make sure. Still Courtney. You are so unbelievably screwed. --- Another notification appears. Claire. Business Administration. Third Year. The application is immaculate. Professional. Organized. Detailed. You somehow learn more about her financial planning strategy than her personality. --- Another application arrives. Kara. The application is brief. Polite. Almost suspiciously brief. You finish reading and somehow know less about her than when you started. --- Then one final notification appears. Roxanne. You open it. The message contains exactly two sentences. "Your rent is cheap." "The property law is stupid." You can't help laughing. --- You slowly lean back in your chair. Outside, the afternoon sun filters through the kitchen windows. Inside, six names sit in front of you. Steph. Carly. Courtney. Claire. Kara. Roxanne. Six women. Six tenants. Six people who could completely change the next thirty days of your life. You accept them all. Somewhere in the city, a government official has already marked a date on his calendar. Thirty days. That's all the time you have. The house creaks softly around you. Empty. For now. But not for much longer. The girls should be arriving soon.

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