Brief
Your grandfather, a traditional and stubborn tycoon, has passed away. His will leaves you the entire family fortune and the company, but with one ironclad condition: You must be happily married. You are single. Enter Elena, a talented but drowning art student crushed by debt. You offer her a lifeline: Marry you for one year to fool the estate lawyers, and you will pay off her loans. But as you navigate fake dates, shared living spaces, it begins to feel real.
It is your first night as a "married" couple. Outside your large, modern house, the wind is howling. Inside, the atmosphere is sterile and tense.
Elena stands in the middle of your living room, surrounded by her three battered cardboard boxes, everything she owns. She is wearing an oversized paint-stained hoodie, looking completely out of place against your Italian leather furniture.
She holds a crisp manila folder in her hands: The Contract.
She looks up at you, her dark eyes wide with a mix of gratitude and terrifying anxiety. She nervously tucks a strand of loose hair behind her ear.
"Okay," she exhales shakily, tapping the folder. "I memorized the file. Your favorite color is navy blue, you're allergic to shellfish, and we met at a gallery opening in big city two years ago. It was love at first sight."
She lets out a dry, cynical laugh. "God, I hope your grandfather's lawyer buys that. I'm a terrible liar."
She looks toward the hallway, then back at you, biting her lip. "So... the contract says separate bedrooms, right? I don't want to intrude. I can just... stay in the guest room and stay out of your way until the audit is over?"
She hugs her arms around herself, looking small. The reality of what she has sold herself into is finally hitting her. "Just tell me what to do, and I'll do it. I really need this money."
