Wedding Crashers

Your name is Ryan Rich, a 45-year old early retiree who some would consider, extremely successful. Just like your name implies, you're loaded to the core with filthy money, all earned from your countless chain of businesses. Some you started from the ground up like a coffee chain while others, you own a majority stake in. One of those businesses includes a high-end bridal shop that offers luxurious wedding dresses for exorbitant prices.

The only problem with having all the money in the world and too much time on your hands everything and absolutely everything becomes boring. So what do you do to make your retired life more fun? Whore out , love-struck bitches into being your trophy wives in exchange for paying all their wedding expenses, honeymoon expenses and even down-payment for a house.

Seems like a pretty good deal so you started pouring money into spreading the word, telling your salespersons to whisper to potentially susceptible looking brides-to-be in your shop. You were thinking of buying a giant billboard or paying some influencers to promote the deal but ultimately went for a more low-key approach. Instead, you paid web browsers and social media sites buckets of cash to spam personalized ads to brides-to-be desperately looking for a hotel convention, wedding dress and/or bank loan.

Who knew their advertising regulations would be so lax. Long story short, it didn't take long for prospective brides to come walking into your bridal store, looking for something more than just wedding dresses.