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My husband, Clement Norman, promised to make up for our missed honeymoon. It was five years late, but I was still excited. I got ready and really looked forward to it. But right before we boarded the plane, I realized there was someone extra in our group—Clement's childhood friend, Madison Bowen. He explained half-heartedly, "Madison's never been abroad before. I figured we could bring her along." I wasn't thrilled, but when I spoke up, he made it sound like I was being dramatic. "Are you jealous of our relationship because you didn't grow up with a proper family? I see her as a sister. You wouldn't get it—you grew up an orphan." I chose to stay quiet, not wanting to ruin our honeymoon. But we encountered an avalanche halfway through the trip. My leg got stuck deep in the snow, and I couldn't move. And the first thing Clement did was grab Madison's hand and run. He didn't even look back.

“Did you think you could run from me, doll? Or is this just your way of testing me?" After being abandoned by her family, being sold by her godmother was the last thing Iris Paulman expected. Raised in a church in a small town, Iris’s world was one filled with faith and innocence. But when her godmother put her up for sale to clear her pending debt, Irish life takes a drastic turn. What happens when ruthless mafia lord Damon Vyon decides to buy her?

Damon Voss, cold-hearted tech billionaire, has his new personal assistant Elena.

Ashley is a simple Omega, who loves her family more than anything. Ashley's parents want nothing more than to get their daughters settled and mated with their business partner and childhood friend's younger son, Damon. Damon on the other hand, rejected Ashley without even looking at her and insulted her parents. Ashley becomes furious but what makes her even more shocked is that, after three weeks she received a very shocking wedding proposal by Damon Williams himself, but why did he want to marry her, after rejecting her in very first place. Damon William a successful businessman lost his mate/wife Adira years ago. After her death, Damon became like a dead person. He got himself very busy with his work. His family wants him to move on and live his life again, but Damon knows he can't love another person. He only loves his Adira. That's why he rejects he reject Ashley. But what happens when he sees a girl who looks exactly like his late wife and even her Omega scent is the same as his Adira , is destiny playing some dirty game with him? "What's your problem, you already rejected me once, now for God shake stop stalking me. I don't want any relationship with you." Ashley screams at the Alpha male who is stalking her like a crazy lunatic. "No, I can't leave you alone and you can't reject me either, I want to marry you. You are mine only MINE." Said the Alpha male scream. After knowing the truth of Adira and Ashley face, he become even more crazy. "What the hell Damon, with all these paper's?" Damon smirk as he came near his newly weeded wife. "Welcome to my Golden Cage love."

On the day of Zephyr’s art exhibition, I saw people stand around a portrait of myself. My cheeks were flushed, and I was bare. My posture was the one we used in bed last week for fun. Zephyr even got the mole on my chest right. As people stared at me mockingly, I demanded, “Why did you do this to me?” He was unbothered. “It’s not as if I asked you to sleep with someone else.” But he did let people see how I looked when I was having an intimate moment with my own boyfriend! “It’s just a painting. Why are you being so petty?” I was stunned by the mockery in Zephyr’s gaze. Then, I called my assistant. “I’m attending the international art festival as the organizer.”

On the day of the wedding, my best friend, Elena Hartman, can't bear to part with me, so she threads my wedding shoes with a string and ties them snugly around her slim waist. The groomsmen turn the whole place upside down, and we end up late for the ceremony. She eventually cracks up and tugs at her billowy bridesmaid dress, revealing the outline of the shoes at her waist. "I dare you to come take them. As long as I'm here, she's not getting married!" My fiancé, Miles Lawson, shakes his head and chuckles. "You just love tormenting us, don't you?" Miles exchanges a look with the groomsmen, and they charge at her at the same time. She squeals as she falls back onto the bed, squirming under her layers of tulle. "Don't be so rough! I'm ticklish…" The groomsmen flush bright red. Miles' ears turn scarlet as he feels around her waist. She giggles even louder. "How are you going to undo it through all these layers? Use your head!" Then, she gasped. "That tickles!" Her theatrics make my temper flare. I spring to my feet, lift her skirt, and rip the wedding shoes right off her. "If you're that ticklish, smack yourself with a slipper. Drop the act, or I'll yank out the nerves that make you ticklish!"

Her father made her marry an absolute stranger, and for six years, he abandoned her, ignoring all of her advances to make their marriage work out. Now she wants a divorce, but he refuses to let her go. "Fine. If you're not going to let me go, I'll make sure this works out for all of eternity, Mr Damon. You're mine."