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.
Sterling that the $50,000 in business trust funds the Thorn family borrowed, count that as the breakup penalty. I'll graciously keep it. Wait! Stop! Say that again! Who said you could take Mr. Sterling's money? Save your breath. Where's Arthur Sterling? Tell him to come out here and talk to me
Mr. Sterling's in town. I'm the one running this house. Since the Thorne family wants to back out and won't send Cynthia over, then cough up that $50,000 trust money right now. Martha, she rode all the way here from New York.
At least let her come in and have some iced lemonade. We can wait until Mr. Sterling gets back. Wait for what? The Thorns are just trying to weasel out of the money. They grabbed some random girl off of Brooklyn Street to take Cynthia's place. The Sterling family is not a shelter. That was a nasty thing to say, Martha. I get it. If I really became Mrs. Sterling today,
then some self-important housekeeper would have to hand over the ledgers and keys keys, and lose all the power to run this place like it was hers. No wonder you're so desperate to kick me out. You little brat.
Who do you think you are? What garbage are you talking about? You think I'm some lowly maid? I'm Arthur Stirling's own cousin.
On this ranch, even the dogs know to mind me.