A woman is pushed into a marriage she never wanted with a powerful billionaire CEO. As they navigate a union built on obligation rather than love, the line between resentment and attraction begins to blur.
With your average, boring genes, how could you possibly have a daughter with a face Hollywood star level? It's basically a medical mural. I've been suspicious for a anyway. Move.
You, you little... Dad! Dad, what's wrong? Let her lose it.
What matters now is keeping this old man steady. Once she's gone, all that Cartier and Dior couture upstairs is mine. That crazy woman. She even took my light bulbs! Martha! Get your butt down here and serve the guests! The bride's here!
You're Cynthia Thorne? You got the wrong girl. Cynthia isn't the Thorne family's real daughter. I am. That's ridiculous. We said Cynthia was the one getting married. Do you Thorn people take marriage as a joke? Mr. Sterling would never take some last-minute swap.
Take your lousy suitcase and get back to the city. Fine. Since the Sterling family is the one backing out and breaking the engagement, then this deal's off. Betty, please take my suitcase back to the bridge and tell Sterling that the $50,000 in business trust funds the Thorn family borrowed,