A plus-size heiress and a CEO enter a fake marriage, each with their own reasons for the arrangement. As they keep up the pretense, the line between their convenient partnership and real feelings begins to blur.
I'm sitting on a billion dollars. I couldn't spend it in ten lives. So why get married? Why date? Find some guy to blow through my money? I'd rather give it away. Seems that way. Nice try, Dad.
No date, no money, not a dime. Dad! Dad! Dad! You can't do this to me, Dad!
Listen to me, Chloe. You don't get married, I will. I'll bring home a stepmom with kids of her own. And you can kiss those billions goodbye.
Fine. It's just a date. It's just a marriage. For my billions, I'll do it. Dad wasn't lying. This guy is top shelf.
Hi, I'm Chloe, your blind date. You don't exactly look like your photo. I'm not catfishing you. You think I'd photoshop myself skinny just for a date?