measured in currency-it is measured in silence. And no one is more silent, or more powerful, than Crown Prince Muhammad, known to the world only as Yarima.
Stinky rich, devastatingly handsome, and possessed of an aura so chilling that grown men avert their eyes in his presence, Yarima rules his family's multi-billion-dollar empire and the royal court with an iron will. He is a man who speaks in whispers and commands through shadows. He has everything, yet he is a king in a cage of his own making.
Enter Zarah Abba, the daughter of a middle-class bookkeeper. She is "The Light" of the Yakasai district-beautiful, sharp-tongued, and unimpressed by the glitter of the monarchy. While the rest of the city bows, Zarah stands tall. While the city fears the Yarima, Zarah pities him.
When a chance encounter on a dusty road turns into a clash of wills, Yarima becomes obsessed with the only woman who dares to look him in the eye and tell him "No." But in a world of royal protocol, arranged marriages to noblewomen, and treacherous palace politics, their friction creates a fire that threatens to burn the ancient city walls to the ground.
He wants her submission. She wants his humanity. In this high-stakes game of pride and prejudice, only one can remain standing.
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."