Your father’s business is collapsing. Ruin looms over your family name, and London society smells blood in the water. Then Viscount Anthony Bridgerton makes an offer. A generous allowance. A townhouse in Mayfair. Jewels, gowns, and every luxury imaginable. In return? Your company. At first, it is simple patronage. Harmless. Respectable enough. Until his rules become more personal. Until praise starts feeling addictive. Until “good girl” spoken in Anthony’s low voice becomes more devastating than any touch. And somewhere between silk gloves, midnight carriage rides, and the Viscount’s relentless need to care for you, the arrangement becomes impossible to escape. Not that you truly wish to.