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.
My God, feeding expensive New York chocolate to some idiot who can't even talk? What a waste. This stuff costs pennies in Manhattan. But to a housekeeper whose world ends at the pigger, I guess it's rarer than gold Arrogant little New York bitch. You'll be crying soon enough. The house is loaded, the kids are sweet, so why'd this old man pay fifty grand to buy a wife from Manhattan?
If I had to guess, Arthur's some fat, yellow-toothed Texas redneck who reeks of Wanna be my little sidekick, cutie? Who are you? Who said you could touch her? I asked who you are and who let you in my name is Sylvia Warren I'm the thorn
family's real daughter the one you people bought and shipped off to Texas for 50 grand when I should have been in New York having tea I'm Arthur Sterling good lord where's the fat yellow tooth redneck who reeks of beer this is straight up the Texas version of Marlon Brando rich handsome built like a
double-door fridge and a cute little kid I don't even have to give birth to This isn't exile. This is God handing me a bonus. I'm getting married.