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Fallen 18

Fallen 18

Fallen 18 Summary

Meadow wakes up in a hospital, overwhelmed by intense pain and confusion. As her memories return, she recalls the violent attack by her sister Juniper and the near assault by her ex-fiancé. Before the situation worsened, Alaric intervened, saving her. Despite hoping to see him, it is her close friend Nova who is by her side, visibly exhausted and emotional. Nova’s presence brings a mix of relief and tension as she clings to Meadow, expressing her deep concern and frustration.

 

The conversation between Meadow and Nova reveals the complicated and painful events of the past weekend. Meadow has been through a traumatic experience involving Juniper, Tyler’s betrayal, and a sudden marriage to Alaric, a billionaire. Nova is angry and hurt that Meadow kept so much from her, especially about the marriage and the chaos surrounding it. She demands answers and wants to understand how Meadow ended up in this situation, showing a fierce protective instinct for her friend.

 

As Meadow recounts the story, she omits certain personal feelings but shares the key facts, including the marriage and the contract she signed with Alaric. Nova struggles to process the whirlwind of events, especially the idea of Alaric proposing to marry Meadow seemingly to spite her cheating ex. Despite her anger and confusion, Nova is relieved that Alaric is not the cause of Meadow’s injuries and grows concerned about Juniper, who remains at large.

 

The chapter ends with a tense moment when both women hear a familiar voice—Alaric’s—arriving in the room. His presence signals a turning point, as he is both Meadow’s protector and husband, ready to confront the ongoing conflict surrounding her. The scene captures the complex emotions of fear, anger, loyalty, and the fragile hope for safety amid the turmoil.

CHAPTER 0018

Meadow’s Perspective:

The first sensation that overwhelmed me was sharp, relentless pain. It began at the base of my skull and crept upward, spreading across the sides of my head and settling heavily on my forehead. Every movement sent fresh waves of discomfort coursing through me.

Slowly, I forced my eyelids open, my vision blurred and my mind foggy as I tried to adjust to the sterile, pale white lights illuminating the room. The unmistakable scent of antiseptic instantly registered in my nostrils, confirming where I was.

I was in a hospital.

The memories flooded back—the brutal attack by my own sister, Juniper, the terrifying moment when my ex-fiancé nearly assaulted me. But before things could spiral further, someone had intervened, bursting through the doors and stopping the nightmare.

Alaric.

My heart began to race involuntarily, and I shifted slightly in the bed, wincing as sharp pain flared through my head and thighs. Then, unexpectedly, a voice reached my ears—not the one I’d hoped to hear, but one that was painfully familiar.

“Meadow?”

I turned my head with effort, and there she was.

Nova, my closest friend, sitting quietly in a chair beside my bed. Her usually vibrant blond curls were tousled and messy, her eyeliner smudged as if she hadn’t slept in days, and her hands trembled nervously as she reached out to grasp mine.

How had she found me here? Had I somehow contacted her without realizing it?

“Nova?” My voice cracked, weak and uncertain. “What are you doing here? And why do you look like you haven’t slept in forever?”

She didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she suddenly threw herself toward me, wrapping her arms tightly around my frail body in a hug that made me wince from the pressure.

“Oh my god, I’m so relieved you’re alive,” she sobbed, her voice thick with emotion.

“I’m glad too,” I managed to say, struggling to breathe under her weight. “You can let go now. You’re literally crushing me.”

A wet, shaky laugh escaped her as she gently pulled away. “Sorry,” she whispered.

Then, I really looked at her. Nova and I had been inseparable since high school, our bond only growing stronger through most of college—until I had to leave. The reasons? Well, Juniper was a big part of that.

Nova had always stood up for me whenever she could, except when circumstances were beyond her control—like what had happened last night.

I hesitated, then asked, “How long have I been here?”

She gave a flat reply, “A week.”

My blood ran cold. I jerked upright despite the searing pain in my head. “What?”

Then Nova’s face broke into a smirk. “Just kidding. It’s only been a few hours. You had a concussion and passed out.”

I swallowed hard. Nova pulled her chair closer and sat down, leaning forward with brows furrowed—not just worried, but angry. I recognized that familiar fire in her eyes.

I looked away, uneasy. “How did you know I was here?”

“Nope,” Nova snapped, shaking her head firmly. “You’re not asking questions here—I am. And trust me, you owe me a hell of an explanation, Meadow. But first, how are you feeling?”

I sank back into the hospital bed with a heavy sigh. “Not great. My head’s pounding, and I’m pretty sure Juniper pulled out some of my hair.”

Nova’s nostrils flared, and her eyes glistened with unshed tears, but she blinked rapidly to hold them back. “I’m so pissed off at you right now, you have no idea.” She ran a hand through her disheveled hair. “Why didn’t you tell me she was back?”

“It’s been a crazy weekend, Nova. I can’t… I wanted to tell you, but I didn’t know where to begin—”

“Maybe you should’ve started with the fact that you got married,” she interrupted sharply. My breath caught, but she pressed on. “Or that Tyler cheated with Juniper.”

“You know about Alaric,” I breathed out.

“Duh.” Nova rolled her eyes. “Who do you think called me and told me you were in the hospital? I’ve been worried sick, Meadow. I tried reaching you for three days straight, barely sleeping, and you were busy marrying some billionaire? I thought something terrible had happened!”

I closed my eyes. “Nov—”

“And then you come back,” she said, voice breaking, clearing her throat quickly afterward. Nova was easily overwhelmed emotionally. “You move into his house, don’t call me about Tyler and Juniper, and you go to that apartment. Alone. Seriously, fuck!”

She jumped to her feet, turning her back to me.

“I was going to tell you, I swear. There just wasn’t enough time.”

“Well, I’m here now!” She spun around, eyes blazing. “So spill everything. I want every detail of what happened this weekend and how you ended up with that massive rock on your finger.”

“Okay.” I exhaled shakily, the ache in my chest deepening as she settled back into her chair and took my hands in hers, silently urging me to begin.

So, I told her. Everything.

Well, almost everything. I left out the part about craving intimacy so badly that I’d begged him to take my virginity—that was one of the reasons I agreed to marry him. The only reason, really.

Until last night shattered everything.

I kept my voice low and steady, afraid that any slip of emotion would cause me to crumble again. Nova listened intently, eyes wide, face pale. She barely blinked when I mentioned the contract, and again when I admitted I hadn’t truly planned to sign it—though now I wasn’t so sure.

When I finished, she was silent for two long, torturous minutes.

Finally, she spoke softly, her tone quiet but dangerous. A furious Nova was not someone to mess with. “So, let me get this straight. You ran off to Las Vegas to marry that bastard, caught him cheating with Juniper, met some stranger—the same guy who called me—and now you’re wearing his ring and living in his house?”

I nodded.

Nova’s nostrils flared. “Meadow. What the actual fuck.”

A strangled, awkward laugh escaped me. “Yeah. That about sums it up.”

She looked like her brain was overheating, rubbing her temples as if trying to reboot herself.

“And this Alaric guy… he just proposed? Like, ‘Hey, wanna marry me so I can ruin your cheating ex for you?’”

I swallowed. “Pretty much.”

“And he’s… sane?”

“Did he look insane to you?” I arched a brow.

Nova shrugged. “I don’t know. I haven’t met him. I only got a call saying you were in the hospital and a brief explanation.” She sighed. “But when I got here, I didn’t see him. All I had was his name, and I’ve been googling him ever since. The guy’s a billionaire, Meadow.”

Her eyes sparkled with disbelief as she shook her head.

“I know,” I muttered.

Nova ran her hand through her hair again. “God, I can’t handle this. But at least he’s not the reason you’re here. Where the hell is Juniper?” Her mouth twisted into a scowl.

I stiffened.

“I swear to God,” she muttered, standing up. “If I find her first—”

“Nova, don’t,” I said quickly, desperation creeping into my voice. “Seriously. Just let it go.”

Those words felt like burning embers on my tongue, and I wasn’t the only one who felt the weight of them.

Nova spun around sharply. “Let it go? Meadow, she tried to fucking kill you. And Tyler? He—he tried to—” Her voice broke, and she bit her lip hard. “They can’t just walk away from this. They can’t—”

“Who says they’re walking free?”

Both of us froze, our heads snapping toward the source of that voice. That deep, velvety voice.

My savior.

My husband.

Fallen

Fallen

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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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