At thirty-four, Rhea Voss is at the end of her rope. With a dying father, a mountain of medical debt, and a heart worn thin by sacrifice, she walks into Axiom for a job. Instead, she finds a monster. Dominic Ashcroft is younger, richer, and more dangerous than any man she’s ever met. He doesn't want an assistant; he wants a possession. He sees her fractures, her desperation, and her hidden beauty, and he decides to own them all. He offers her a contract that will save her father’s life, but the cost is total surrender. No shared calendars. No privacy. No walking away. To the world, she is his executive assistant. Behind the closed doors of his penthouse, she is his "Fragile" obsession. Rhea thought she was signing a deal with a savior. She didn't realize she was handing her leash to a man who doesn't know how to let go. He bought her debt. Now, he’s coming to collect.

I was a saint in the light, but a sinner in the dark. To the world, I was a good girl marrying a billionaire twice my age. To Arthur Reynolds, I was his "angel", the virtuous bride who would bring life back into his silent mansion. But I wasn’t a saint. I was a secret. For six months, I was the girl on the pole at The Velvet Room. And Ethan Reynolds: Arthur’s cold, predatory, and brutally handsome son was my most frequent customer. He’d paid thousands to watch me, touch me, discipline me, and ruin me. He knew every curve of my body, every lie in my soul, and every scream I could produce. Now, I’m wearing his father’s ring. I’m living under his roof. And Ethan isn't just watching me anymore, he’s hunting me. He thinks I’m a gold-digger. He thinks I’ve played his father for a fool. And he’s determined to punish me for it. "You’re his wife in the daytime, Zola," he hissed, his hand tightening around my throat in the dark of the hallway. "But in this house, when the lights go out... you still belong to the man who bought you first." Arthur wants to own me. Ethan wants to break me. And I? I’m just trying to survive the man I’m legally forbidden to love.