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.
who is this guy you married him without knowing a thing about him what if he's a con man what if he's using you no way i wore this exact outfit to meet him head to toe it costs less than 70 bucks what's he going to get out of me i'm not pretty and i'm not rich did you fake this marriage just Just to fool me?
Look at this face. Look at those shoulders, that waist, those legs. Custom suit, limited edition watch. Could a con man afford that?
Rich, gorgeous, and class. Marrying him is a steal. So what does he see in you? You sure your weight doesn't bother him?
Dad, are you seriously calling me fat? My daughter is not fat. My daughter is prettier than Marilyn Monroe. Not one ounce of fat.
You're not fat. You've actually lost some weight lately. Handsome, rich, elegant, classy, great taste. Dad, this is exactly my type! Fine. It's not every day you actually like a guy, so I'll take him as my son-in-law. But just in case, keep your real identity quiet. Once he passes probation, I'll throw you a huge wedding.
Skip the wedding. When do I get the money you promised me? On your first wedding anniversary, I'll give you every penny. But I already gave the driver our home address. It's just an address. Who says living there makes you the owner?
Hmm. You're a sly old fox, Dad.