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.
On this ranch, even the dogs know to mind me. Got it. Then goodbye. Hey, Sylvia Warren!
When Arthur gets back, make sure you tell him word for word. It wasn't the Thorne family who broke the deal. It was the Sterling family's very own power-hubby cousin who flat-out refused to let me in this door.
This marriage is off because of the Sterling family. As for the 50 grand in trust money, under contract law, that's my personal pain and suffering fee. Wait! You can't leave!
Fine, you win. Miss Manhattan, come on in. Should have been this polite sooner. Lead the way. I thought this place would be a dump with cow crap all over the floor.
This old widower's rich enough to buy a whole block in Manhattan. I really did marry into a goldmine. So this is the so-called bargain daughter? Hey, sweetheart, what's your name?
Save your breath. She's mute. A freak, too. Can't even spell her own name. Don't listen to that noisy old crow. Come on, have some chocolate.
My God, feeding expensive New York chocolate to some idiot who can't even talk? What a waste.