Fallen 59

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CHAPTER 0059

Meadow’s POV:

I’d asked Yvonne to head out of the bathroom first in case anyone was watching us closely–especially Alaric.

But now, as I watched them from a distance, I realized how big of a fucking mistake I made by doing that. I should never have trusted her.

Should never have trusted that she would keep my secret.

And judging from the look on Alaric’s face, I didn’t have much time with him. He looked pissed as he listened to whatever she was telling him about me.

My heart beat thundered against my ribcage as I wondered what exactly she was telling him. That she

was my aunt? That I was from an influential family?

Formerly influential, anyway.

Or was she telling him about my deadbeat father who had been locked in prison for over ten years?

Either way, who knew what he was going to do to me when he found out that I was deceiving him?

I didn’t want to think about the alternative. Didn’t want to consider the other reason that they might have

been talking. Reminiscing on the time they’d spent together briefly? Taking a trip down memory lane?

My heart fell into my stomach. I didn’t know which was even worse.

But Yvonne did say she and Alaric were intimate. Did he like her? Was he going to toss me out and go for

her?

Bile rose up my throat.

I wasn’t going to wait to find out.

Feeling my chin tremble, I looked away from them, weaving my way through the crowd and hurrying out the door, hoping that Ingrid wouldn’t see me.

And that Alaric wouldn’t see me either.

If this thing between us was coming to an end, then there was something I needed to get from him before

I lost access to it forever.

It was cold outside, the lights illuminating the compound beautifully. I headed straight for the parking

garage, and the valet straightened as he saw me approach him.

“Mrs. Ashford,” the man murmured.

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the keys to m

“Oh, good. You know who I am,” I replied flatly. “I need husband’s car”

With a polite smile, he reached for the key rack and yanked off the keys to Alaric’s Aston Martin.

I murmured a “thank you“, bypassing the many luxurious cars, and went straight for his

I pulled the door to the driver’s seat open, sliding into it. And, with quick movement, turned on the ignition, letting out a soft gasp as the engine roared to life.

And then turned on the touch–screen GPS and checked the history.

I needed to figure out where Alaric must’ve taken my sister.

Alaric had been pretty close to admitting that the night he left me, it wasn’t for work. It was to go see Juniper. Something must’ve happened to make him leave urgently, and I needed to know what it was.

More importantly, I needed to get her out of there.

It didn’t take much time to find what I was looking for. The address glared back at me from the screen, repeated twice in the past two weeks.

The name of the institute wasn’t there. Of course, it wasn’t. Of course, Alaric would take her somewhere

secluded that I wouldn’t find no matter how much I tried–which I did.

My stomach twisted.

I was certain that this was it. Pulling my phone out of my purse, I typed in the address and shut off the. engine as panic rose in my chest.

God.

What on earth was I doing?

My head fell against the steering wheel. I knew I couldn’t just storm into the place and demand they let her out. And I definitely couldn’t do it behind Alaric’s back.

But maybe I could see her. See for myself that she was okay, and then I would talk to Alaric.

That’s if my things weren’t already out the door by then.

I exhaled through my mouth. My breath was shaky, and so were my hands. I knew I was supposed to go back to that party because I’d been gone for too long. But I wasn’t ready.

Not yet. Not with Alaric possibly standing arm in arm with a woman whom I shared blood with. The woman who once had him, even if just briefly.

I trusted Yvonne.

My shoulders fell. What if I was just overreacting? What if she was just trying to distract him so he

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wouldn’t suspect anything? What if-

The door clicked open.

My heart jumped out of my chest. “Jesus Christ!” I gasped, accidentally hitting the horn as I raised my head up to see the intruder.

Okay. I was the intruder.

Alaric stood beside the car, one brow raised as he regarded me. “You planning on running away from me,

Sweetheart?”

My pulse throbbed but I didn’t say a word.

He stretched his hand out for me to take, and I only hesitated for a second before grabbing it as he helped

me out of the car.

“I saw you run out,” he murmured. “You okay?”

He saw me run out? How close had he been to catching me red–handed? Why did I wish he had run after me the second he saw me?

I was fucking insane.

I swallowed, looking away. “I just…. wanted a break from everything”

A moment passed before Alaric gripped my jaw softly, turning me to face him. And then he smirked. “Try again, baby.” His voice was low and smooth as butter.

A shiver ran down my spine.

I wasn’t ready to lie to him. And yet, I was even less ready to tell him the truth. So I settled for the in- between. I needed to find out what he knew. What Yvonne told him.

The second my lips parted, his eyes darted to them. “The woman you were talking to… she was watching me earlier. Do you know her?”

Alaric tensed, something flashing in his eyes for only a second before he recovered. “Just an old friend,” he murmured, forcing a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

“Just a friend?” I blurted out without thinking. “What were you talking about, then?”

Jesus. Way to be subtle, Meadow.

But he was lying to me. Yvonne told me they’d been intimate once, and Alaric said she was just a friend. Something thick lodged in my throat. I didn’t know how to feel about that.

His eyes narrowed slightly. “What is this?” he murmured, reaching for my waist and gripping it firmly.” An investigation of sorts?”

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I forced a short laugh. “You know how curious I get sometimes.”

Amusement glinted in Alaric’s eyes. The way he was looking at me right now was a complete contrast to the scowl I saw on his face earlier. If Yvonne had told him, there was no way I wouldn’t notice something off in his expression, no matter how much of a good liar he was.

Yvonne didn’t tell him about me.

Which meant they were just catching up. And somehow, that made my stomach twist even more.

He lied.

“And jealous,” he added, pushing me backward until my back landed softly against the side of the car. “I had no idea you had a jealous streak, Meadow.”

I scoffed, rolling my eyes. I’m not jealous, Alaric.”

“Mm,” he hummed lowly, leaning in just a bit more so his face was only inches from mine. His thumb reached for my lips and he traced the lower one gently, not taking his eyes off me. “There’s nothing you have to be jealous about, baby. I promise you.”

The rawness I heard in his voice sent a rush of heat down my body. Heat that settled in my core, arousing

“Yeah?” I whispered.

“Yeah.” Something flashed in his eyes again. “Fuck.” He rested his forehead against mine, heaving a sigh. And when he spoke again, there was an edge to his voice.

“I’m having such a bad evening, baby. You have no fucking idea.”

My brows raised in surprise that he was admitting how he felt to me, and then they drew together in confusion. “What’s the matter?”

His other hand moved to the back of my neck, and he let out a sharp breath. “Nothing you should worry your pretty brain about.”

I swallowed. “Well, I want to worry about you,” I said quietly.

Alaric’s eyes flicked up to mine, stunned for just a split second, like he hadn’t expected that response. His

grip tightened around my nape.

And then his mouth twitched. “When I tell you not to worry, you don’t worry.” He paused. “There is something else you could do to make me feel better, though”

“Anything.” I found myself saying before I could fucking stop it. I sounded so desperate. Maybe later, I would regret it, but right now…I didn’t care.

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His gaze dropped to my lips again. And then he leaned in further.

My breath hitched as the air between us shifted.

“Alaric ”

“I’m sorry,” he rasped. And before I could even ask what on earth he was apologizing for–Alaric kissed

For the very first time.

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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.