Rico, a driven architect at Alva & Sons Construction, lives in the formidable shadow of his father- the company's owner. Since his mother's death during his birth, a tragedy his father silently blames him for, he who desperately sought validation, yet every sweat is met with dismissive silence or thinly veiled contempt, he who's never seen fit to uphold his family legacy. His deepest desire is simply to be seen and be acknowledged as more than just the reason for his father's sorrow.
Ironically, across the corporate divide exists Joe, an equally talented architect, but one who actively shuns the immense shadow of his own family's empire, Sterling Holdings. Joe's burning ambition is to forge his own identity, to be recognized as "Joe", himself not "The Son of Sterling." He possesses the very acknowledgment Rico craves, yet finds it suffocating, a constant reminder of a legacy he wishes to escape.
As they are drawn closer, their starkly contrasting desires become apparent: Rico, yearning for the familial recognition he's never known, and Joe, striving to sever the very ties that grant him effortless acknowledgment. Their growing relationship forces them to confront the true meaning of legacy, identity, and the elusive nature of belonging.
Title: THE ENIGMA'S DEBT
Blurb:
He paid the Devil for a night of pleasure. Now the Devil has come to collect.
Julian Romanov is the "Ice Prince" of Russia. Arrogant. Untouchable. And secretly dying.
To the world, he is a ruthless Alpha heir. In reality, he is an abused Omega hiding his nature with illegal suppressants that are slowly poisoning his blood.
One night of freedom in Italy led to the biggest mistake of his life. He slept with a stranger, left a stack of cash on the nightstand to insult him, and ran away before dawn.
He thought he would never see the man again. He was wrong.
The stranger was Luciano Rossi-the most feared Enigma in Europe. A man who doesn't forgive insults. And he has just arrived in Moscow to sign a deal with Julian's family.
Luciano doesn't want ports. He doesn't want weapons. He pulls a crumpled, blood-stained bill out of his pocket and smiles.
"You treated me like a whore, Julian. You thought you could pay for my time?"
Luciano leans in, his Enigma scentm suffocating the room.
"Keep your money. I'm going to take something else. I'm going to own you until you beg me to stop."