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Fallen 56

Fallen 56
Posted by Sara Lili, ? Views, Released on September 11, 2025
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Meadow’s POV: 

My brows drew together in confusion as I froze. 

“What?” 

The expression on Ingrid’s face was the complete opposite of what I’d seen when she was talking to me and Alaric. The smile had been replaced with a sneer, the soft touch replaced with a hard grip around my 

wrist. 

“You heard me… Meadow, is it?” She scoffed. “How much did my son pay you to marry him?” Her gaze dropped to my wrist. “And how much extra did he pay you to come here and pretend like he can feel your 

touch?” 

My nostrils flared and I snatched my wrist out of her grip. 

I suppose I read her welcoming attitude wrongly. She didn’t like me, and she’d been waiting to single me 

out without Alaric present. 

And clearly, she suspected that our marriage was a sham–which it was. But no one except for Alaric and I was supposed to know that. 

“Ingrid, I don’t…” 

She let out a mocking laugh, her blue eyes flashing with something I couldn’t understand. 

“I may be oblivious to certain things, Meadow, but I am not stupid.” Then she shook her head like she was Edisappointed. “I understand that my son might be… assertive sometimes. So just tell me how much he’s paying you and I will double it as long as you promise to get out of his life and quit that pathetic act, trying to fool me.” 

My jaw twitched but I managed a smile. “I can assure you, Ingrid. That wasn’t a pretense. Alaric can feel my touch.” 

Her scowl deepened. “Was it that much? The money he paid you to lie to my face? Come on, Meadow. Just tell me how much he promised you and then we can work from there.” 

“Why would you think he’s paying me to lie to you? He doesn’t owe you anything, does he?” 

Her eyes flashed and she crossed her arms in front of her chest, a dark smirk on her face. “My son owes me plenty, kleines Mädchen.” I didn’t know what it meant, but the sneer on her face was enough to tell that it was a condescending word. ‘Little girl.” 

“Just months ago, he wanted nothing to do with women and commitment. And now, all of a sudden, he gets married secretly to a low–class woman like you, and I’m just supposed to believe he paid you 

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nothing?” She stepped forward. “Everyone can be bought, Meadow. Why not stop wasting both our time. and answer my question so I can return to my guests?” 

A rock settled in my throat. A low class woman like me? Oh, I knew exactly the kind of woman Alaric’s mother was. The woman who gave birth to me was exactly like her. 

Something roiled deep in my stomach. “You seem to have me all figured out and you’ve only known me for what, less than an hour?” My voice shook, and I hated it. I hated that I was letting this woman get to 

  1. me. 

Even worse–I hated that she was right. 

Alaric did pay me. Even though it wasn’t for the reasons she thought, he made me sign a contract, and I was getting paid a hundred million dollars to be his wife for a period of time that I’d been so short- sighted to even ask about. 

He bought me. 

Her nostrils flared. “I saw my son at the office days ago because I’d heard about the… marriage. Now you don’t know my son, but I do. He would have told me about you the second he realized that he could feel you” 

I swallowed. I had no idea that Alaric had seen his mother. Not that it was my business, but if they talked about me, why hadn’t he told his mother that he could feel me? Why didn’t he tell me about the kind of woman she was? 

I shook my head. Maybe he didn’t know. 

I stood my ground, my fists curling at my sides. “You saw what happened with your own eyes, Ingrid. You saw me touch Alaric. You saw him react. Why are you so bent on proving me 

Wrong?” 

Something flashed in her eyes as her brows drew together. And then I saw it. The way her jaw was clenched hard, the look in her eyes. And I remembered the expression on her face when she saw her son respond to my touch 

She was jealous. 

My gaze narrowed as I stepped forward, lowering my voice. “He can’t feel you, can he?” 

I had no idea how long Alaric had been dealing with this condition, whether he was born with it or something else triggered it. But Alaric couldn’t feel his mother’s touch. And somehow, the thought of someone as “low–class” as me being able to touch him was like a blow to her ego. 

But I wasn’t about to make her feel bad for it. She was just a mother who badly wanted her son to feel her 

touch. 

Ingrid exhaled sharply. I continued. “Alaric can’t feel you, and so, you’re projecting.” My stomach 

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dropped. “And I am sorry, Ingrid. Really. But I am not telling lies. Alaric can feel me and he didn’t pay met any money to- 

SMACK! 

My head jerked to the side, a gasp tearing from my throat as my mother–in–law delivered a slap to the side of my face. My check stung and tears gathered in my eyes as I clasped my face. 

“Why would you….” My voice cracked mid–sentence. 

“Scheiße.” Ingrid brushed her hand down the front of her dress, disgust in her expression, like touching my skin had soiled her somehow. “I can’t believe I let myself do that.” She heaved an annoyed sigh.. Anyway, it is done. Now, I don’t know who you are or where the hell he picked you from, and normally… normally, I would care enough to chase you away. But on second thought, I don’t need to.” 

A slow grin grew on her face. “After tonight, Alaric will chase you away himself.” 

I froze 

Ingrid let out a laugh, straightening to her full height. “I suppose you can enjoy the next few hours. Because it’ll be the last day that you’re pampered in luxury such as this. Enjoy your evening, Meadow.” 

1 stood there, frozen as the sting on my cheek throbbed. Ingrid tossed me another smile before she spun around on her heels and walked away from me. 

She slapped me. 

And I just stood there, not knowing whether to cry or scream. 

Feeling a rock climb up my throat, I pushed my way into the bathroom, heading straight for the sink as I fought hard not to cry. 

What would I have done even? She was Alaric’s mother. And those words she’d said before she walked away… they unsettled me. 

After tonight, Alaric would chase me himself? What did that mean? What did she have planned? 

Why did she hate me so much when she didn’t even know me yet? 

I raised my head to stare at my reflection in the mirror. My cheek burned a bright red, and my eyes flooded with tears, but other than that, I still looked okay. 

I didn’t know if I wanted to tell Alaric about this. If I was even supposed to. This was all my fault for not knowing what I was getting myself into with his family when I signed that contract and agreed to be his wife. 

“Damn it,” I muttered under my breath, my voice cracking. 

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“Wow.” 

I nearly jumped out of my skin at the sudden sound of someone else’s voice. 

“That was a hard watch.” 

The shock turned into dread as a familiar voice filtered through to me. I froze.. 

“But you know, if you told Ingrid Ashford who your father is, she wouldn’t have had the guts to hit you. 

like that.” 

Slowly, I turned to the figure standing by the door, taking in her tall form, long hair and brown eyes. Eyes that looked exactly like my late mother’s 

“Aunt Yvonne.” 

My mother’s little sister smiled at me. “Want me to go back out there and have a word with her? We’re friends, you know. Acquaintances, more of.” 

My stomach twisted. “Long time no see.” 

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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