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Meadow Russell arrives at a hotel lobby, excited to check in for her wedding day. However, the receptionists react with suspicion and hostility when she claims her reservation, insisting that someone with her name already checked in hours earlier. Meadow is confused and uneasy as they show her a check-in list with her name on it, along with details about a man and compliments on her “BRIDE” top. The women imply that Meadow is playing a prank, but Meadow insists she hasn’t checked in yet.

 

When Meadow finally receives her key and enters her room, her world shatters. She finds her twin sister, Juniper, in bed with her fiancé, Tyler. Frozen with shock and heartbroken, Meadow watches as the two behave shamelessly, clearly knowing each other well. Tyler is surprised to see Meadow but quickly claims he thought Juniper was her, while Juniper taunts Meadow about ending the “charade.”

 

Meadow is devastated by their betrayal, especially as Tyler coldly declares that Juniper is the love of his life, not her. Despite the overwhelming pain and shock, Meadow remains rooted in place, unable to look away as Juniper and Tyler continue their intimate display, leaving Meadow alone with the cruel truth of their deception.

CHAPTER 0001

Meadow’s Perspective

The soft hum of the hotel lobby surrounded me as I approached the front desk, my heart fluttering with excitement. “Hi, I have a reservation. Meadow Russell,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

The receptionist glanced up, her eyes locking onto me with a sharp, unsettling intensity. She recoiled slightly, her gaze traveling over me from head to toe. Her lips, painted a deep crimson, curled into a disdainful sneer.

“You’re joking, right?” she sneered, turning to the woman beside her, who mirrored her expression perfectly.

I blinked, confusion knitting my brows. “Excuse me?”

The two women exchanged another look that sent an uneasy chill down my spine. What on earth was their problem? All I wanted was to collect the key to my room and wait for Tyler, my fiancé.

In just a few hours, we were to be married. It was meant to be an intimate ceremony—just the two of us. I wasn’t about to let anyone ruin this moment, especially not a pair of rude receptionists.

The woman with the red lips tilted her head, eyes narrowing. “You already checked in two hours ago. If this is some kind of prank, I suggest you stop before I call security.”

My eyebrows drew together in disbelief. “What? I haven’t checked in.” A nervous laugh escaped me, betraying my unease.

The second receptionist studied me for a moment, then nodded toward her colleague. “Show her.”

Red Lips scowled but complied, swiveling her laptop toward me and clicking a few keys. She pointed at the screen.

There it was—a check-in list. And there, unmistakably, was my name: Meadow Russell.

“Oh,” I chuckled nervously. “It must be Tyler. He probably checked in using my name. I was supposed to arrive before him, so this is surprising.”

The two women exchanged a look of skepticism, their expressions unreadable.

“That’s not a joke, miss,” the second receptionist said flatly. “You checked in with a man two hours ago. I know because I complimented that cute top you’re wearing.”

I glanced down at the white crop top emblazoned with the word “BRIDE” in bold letters.

Tyler had bought it for me just a few days ago, saying it would be perfect for our wedding day.

“And then you said you were getting married very soon,” Red Lips added, finishing the thought.

A heavy weight settled in my chest, dragging my heart down with it. Something was terribly wrong.

“This must be some kind of mistake…” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper.

Because there was no way—no way at all.

“That wasn’t me,” I said firmly, trying to suppress the rising panic.

They exchanged another glance, and when their eyes met mine again, I caught a flicker of pity in their gaze.

I hated that look. Hated it with every fiber of my being.

Finally, Red Lips sighed and leaned back to rummage through a drawer. She pulled out a key card and handed it to me with a forced smile. “I hope you manage to get this sorted out,” she said quietly.

My breath caught in my throat as I stepped into the elevator, the silence pressing in around me. This couldn’t be happening. She wouldn’t do this—not after everything.

But as I swiped the key card and pushed the door open, my heart pounded like a drum in my chest, bile rising in my throat.

The sight before me shattered any hope I had left.

My twin sister, Juniper, was straddling Tyler, her moans loud and unmistakable as he thrust into her from beneath.

For what felt like an eternity, I stood frozen. My bag slipped from my shoulder and thudded softly to the floor. I bit down hard on the inside of my cheek to keep from screaming. Tears blurred my vision, but they hadn’t noticed me yet.

‘Maybe he didn’t know,’ I told myself desperately. ‘Maybe he thought it was me.’

But even as I clung to that fragile hope, I knew how foolish it sounded.

Tyler and I had never been intimate.

“Mmhm, yes. That’s it, baby,” Juniper moaned, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “You fuck me so good, babe.”

Something inside me shattered completely, screaming for me to turn away, slip out quietly, and disappear forever.

Yet, an even stronger force held me in place.

So I stayed.

“Juniper…?” My voice cracked, barely audible. “Tyler?”

They both whipped their heads toward me simultaneously.

Surprise flickered in Tyler’s eyes, quickly replaced by something colder. He pushed Juniper off him, and she had the audacity to moan, “Seriously, Ty? I was close.”

“Ty?” I repeated, stunned.

“Meadow,” Tyler gasped as he scrambled out of bed, not even bothering to cover himself. “I swear, I thought she was you. I didn’t—”

He reached for my arm, but I jerked away, my gaze locked on one person: Juniper.

She wore a smug grin as she smoothed her tangled hair. “Oh, please, baby,” she said breezily. “It’s time we stop pretending, don’t you think? This charade is getting pathetic.”

Tyler turned to her, a twisted smile on his face. “Come on. It’s fun.”

“What is… what are you…” I stammered, completely speechless, stunned to my core.

This wasn’t some accidental mistake. They knew each other far too well.

And that was impossible. I’d never introduced Juniper to Tyler. I hadn’t even seen her in two years.

“How—” I began.

Juniper laughed sharply, standing up without a hint of shame. Both of them were completely naked in front of me.

“She’s going into shock, baby. We should put her out of her misery right now, shouldn’t we?” Juniper teased, sauntering over to where Tyler stood.

Then, without hesitation, she pulled him close and kissed him deeply, a soft moan escaping her lips, followed by a giggle.

I wanted to run away so badly, but my feet felt glued to the floor.

Worse yet, I couldn’t tear my eyes away. I watched as Juniper took hold of Tyler’s still-hard erection, moving her hand back and forth while locking eyes with me.

“You said…” I struggled to find my voice, barely recognizing the trembling sound. “You said you weren’t ready to have sex yet, Tyler,” I whispered shakily. “You said you’d wait until we were married.”

Tyler threw his head back and laughed, biting his lip as a low groan of pleasure escaped him. My legs buckled, and I had to steady myself against the wall.

“I thought you loved me!” I cried out, tears streaming freely down my cheeks.

Juniper released Tyler, and he took a step closer to me.

When his hand cupped my jaw, I froze.

“You thought I loved you, Meadow?” he said, his voice cold and cruel. “No. Juni’s the love of my life.”

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Status: Ongoing Type: Native Language: English
Fallen Summary & Review: Fallen

Meadow Russell arrives at an upscale hotel, heart fluttering with excitement and nerves. She’s about to marry the love of her life, Tyler, in a small, private ceremony — just the two of them. Clutching her bag, she approaches the front desk with a smile. “Hi, I have a reservation. Meadow Russell.”

But from the very first second, something feels off.

The receptionist’s red-painted lips curl into a mocking sneer, and her colleague exchanges a strange look with her. Meadow’s cheerful tone falters as confusion settles in. The woman scoffs, “You’re kidding, right?” The disbelief in her tone makes Meadow’s stomach twist. She frowns, insisting there must be a mistake, but both receptionists continue to look at her with something close to pity — and something else she can’t quite name.

Then comes the shocker.

According to the hotel records, she’s already checked in. Two hours ago. With a man. The receptionist even claims to have spoken with her — complimenting her “cute top.” The same white crop top with the word “BRIDE” written across it that she’s wearing now.

Meadow tries to rationalize it. Maybe Tyler had checked in under her name. Maybe it’s a simple mix-up. She laughs nervously and explains that her fiancé must have done it for convenience. But both receptionists seem unconvinced. One of them finally sighs and hands her a spare keycard, muttering, “I hope you get things sorted out.”

On her way up to the room, Meadow’s heart pounds in her chest. Something feels horribly wrong, but she refuses to believe it. Tyler would never do anything to hurt her. They’ve been planning this wedding for months — their dream elopement. She tries to calm herself, breathing in and out as the elevator ascends, but her hands won’t stop shaking.

When she finally reaches the room and swipes the keycard, her worst fears materialize before her eyes.

The moment the door opens, the sound hits her first — muffled moans, heavy breathing, the rhythmic creak of the bed. Then she sees them.

Her twin sister, Juniper, straddling Tyler, his hands gripping her hips as he thrusts into her without restraint.

The world stops. The bag slips from Meadow’s trembling hands and lands with a soft thud. The scene before her feels like a cruel joke — something ripped out of a nightmare. Her vision blurs with tears, her body frozen in disbelief.

For a full minute, she just stands there. Watching. Waiting. Hoping someone would scream “gotcha” and end this cruel trick.

But there’s no misunderstanding to clear up. No mistake. No illusion.

Her twin sister moans again, whispering, “Yes, that’s it, baby,” as if to drive the knife deeper into Meadow’s heart.

Something inside her shatters.

“Juniper…? Tyler?” she finally manages to whisper, her voice barely recognizable.

They both turn, startled. Tyler’s face twists in shock, then panic. He pushes Juniper off him, stammering, “Meadow, I swear, I thought she was you!”

It’s a pathetic excuse. One that doesn’t even make sense.

Juniper doesn’t even bother covering herself. She just smirks, tossing her messy hair over her shoulder like a queen enjoying the chaos she’s created. “Oh, please,” she scoffs. “It’s time we drop the act. This has been going on for a while.”

Meadow stumbles back, staring between them. “What are you talking about?”

Her twin rolls her eyes. “You really didn’t think he loved you, did you?”

It hits Meadow all at once — the hotel mix-up, the receptionist’s strange looks, the duplicate “Meadow Russell” check-in. Juniper had stolen her identity, her name, her wedding — and the man she loved.

Tyler tries to approach her again, naked and unashamed. He grabs her jaw gently, his expression hard. “You thought I loved you, Meadow? No. Juni’s the love of my life.”

The words pierce like knives.

Every memory — every kiss, every late-night conversation, every promise he made — turns to ash. She had believed in him completely, trusted him with her heart. And all along, he’d been sharing that same intimacy with her twin sister.

Meadow stares at Juniper, still unable to process it. The last time she saw her twin was two years ago. They’d grown apart after Juniper’s endless trail of lies and manipulation had driven a wedge between them. Juniper had always been the beautiful, daring, chaotic one — the one who got what she wanted, no matter who she hurt. But never, not in her darkest thoughts, had Meadow imagined she would do this.

Juniper laughs again, the sound sharp and cruel. “She’s in shock, baby. Maybe we should help her out of her misery,” she says mockingly, then pulls Tyler into another kiss right in front of her.

That’s when Meadow realizes this isn’t a mistake. This isn’t a sudden betrayal. It’s a plan.

Her sister had known exactly what she was doing. She had tracked Meadow down, learned about the wedding, and swooped in like a vulture to destroy what little happiness she had built. The matching outfit, the fake check-in — all of it was deliberate.

The pain turns into rage. Her tears blur her sight, her breath coming out in shaky bursts. Every muscle in her body screams at her to turn around, to run far away from the two people who’ve just ripped her soul apart.

But she doesn’t move.

She stands there, trembling, her heart breaking piece by piece as she watches her sister smirk and her fiancé — her almost-husband — stand there unashamed, not even offering a shred of remorse.

Tyler and Juniper exchange a look, and she realizes — they’re enjoying this. They want her to see. To suffer.

Meadow’s hands ball into fists. She feels like she’s watching her life crumble in real time, and there’s nothing she can do but breathe through the ache and pray she doesn’t collapse.

Every part of her screams that this is the moment she loses everything — her trust, her love, her family.

And yet, deep inside, a spark ignites — not of despair, but of something darker. A promise that this won’t be the end of her story.

Because betrayal that deep doesn’t fade. It carves itself into your bones. And Meadow Russell — heartbroken, humiliated, and hollow — walks out of that hotel room knowing one thing for certain.

She will never forgive them.

And one day, they will both pay for what they’ve done.

 

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