Fallen 69

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CHAPTER 0069

Meadow’s POV:

I did remember my name.

After Alaric gave me two more orgasms.

I wasn’t sure at what point I fell asleep, but it was still dark when my eyes opened. I’d slept with Alaric’s

arm pulling my back to his front, but now, I felt nothing.

No trace of his skin on mine. And when I touched his side of the bed, it was cold.

He had left me alone. Again.

My heart dropped as something in my throat thickened.

How hard was it to just spend the entire night with me? Or just a few fucking hours, because from what I

could tell, it had been a long time since he left the bed.

I should’ve known better than to expect that he would do anything but detach himself from me. I shook my head. Why was I even dwelling on this? He didn’t owe me anything.

Not his affection or care.

Turning the bedside lamp on, I threw the covers away from my body and got out of Alaric’s bed. I pulled on a shirt of his before I left his room, deciding to continue the rest of the night in my room instead–if my now restless mind would let me.

And I was almost at the door to my room when I heard it.

Sounds coming from downstairs. Low grunts and groans, all sounding like they were from Alaric.

My heartbeat stuttered. What on earth was going on?

I hurried down the stairs, my heart in my throat as I followed the sounds. They led me to a door which was slightly ajar. I had never been in here before, but I knew it had to be some kind of gym. Because most times, whenever Alaric returned from his morning runs, he branched in here.

The sounds got louder as I approached. Alaric wasn’t groaning in pain–of course, he wasn’t. He couldn’t feel pain. But the force of whatever he was hitting was causing him to grunt.

And whatever he was hitting, he had to be hitting it hard.

Slowly, forcing my hands to be steady, I pushed the door open, and what I saw had a gasp tearing from

my throat.

“Alaric…”

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All the breath had left my lungs and what came out of my mouth was an airy whisper, so I was certain he

couldn’t hear me.

My knees nearly buckled and I had to hold on to the railing that caged the short steps so I wouldn’t

tumble over them.

Alaric was hitting a punching bag with the utmost fervor I had ever seen.

And no, this wasn’t a regular punching bag. There were two of those hanging from the ceiling.

But the one Alaric was hitting constantly was studded all over with diamonds.

Diamonds that had almost turned red from the stain of Alaric’s blood. He was hurting himself.

“Alaric!” I gasped louder now, my chest heaving as I struggled to understand what I was looking at.

Just then, he turned to look at me. And he froze, his shoulder tensing as his eyes met mine.

I shook my head in disbelief. “What…”

The expression on his face was indifferent for a second, and then, as if something snapped inside of him, he turned completely cold. His eyes flashed as he barked: “Leave.”

My head jerked back as if he had just slapped me. And he might as well have, because there was no way he just spoke to me like that.

I swallowed, stepping toward him. “Alaric, your knuckles…”

They were bleeding onto the floor. There was blood everywhere on the diamond studded punching bag, on the floor around him, on his sweatpants and bare chest.

“You’re bleeding,” I pointed out, stupidly. But I didn’t know what else to say.

What would you say when you walked in to see someone deliberating hurting themselves hours after you.

were in bed together?

”

Alaric’s jaw twitched, and he raised his fists in front of him, eyes hard when he looked back at me. Smart,” he muttered. “Any more obvious thing you want to point out, Meadow?” His gaze dropped to my feet. “Stay back. Don’t come any further.”

I didn’t stop. I was only a few feet away from him now. “But I just want to-”

“I. Said. Leave, Meadow. Now,” he voice went lower with every word.

I didn’t think it was possible for Alaric’s tone to turn colder, but it did. And it sent a dreadful shiver down my spine. Like taking another step closer to him would be an unwise thing to do.

But I wasn’t going away without a fight.

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I swallowed thickly, forcing my voice to be steady. “So what? I’m only useful to you when you want me?” I scoffed, folding my arms in front of my chest. “I’m not your servant, Alaric. Neither am I one of your workers or your numerous whores, so you don’t get to dismiss me like that. Like I’m not your wife.”

He ran a hand through his hair. “Now is not the time to be stubborn, Meadow. I don’t need you here.” He lowered his voice. “Not when I’m like this.”

Something else flashed in his eyes, but it was gone before I could even start to decipher what it was. My stomach twisted. “Alaric, look at yourself!” I snapped. “You’re hurting yourself on purpose and-”

“Exactly!” he hissed, stepping toward me so now we were only inches apart. “On purpose. Because I can’t feel a fucking thing, Meadow. I can’t feel a fucking thing!”

Something tugged hard at my chest as realization slammed into me. Alaric was doing this so he could feel something. Anything. Even if that thing was pain.

“You don’t know how long I’ve had to live with this,” he continued. “You don’t know what it’s like not to

feel someone tapping you to get your attention. You have no fucking idea what it’s like not to feel air

against your skin, not cold, not heat. Not PAIN. You don’t know what it’s like to be able to feel, and then

all of a sudden, your brain shuts down and you can’t feel anything. You have no idea what it’s like to be

me.”

I flinched.

“So forgive me for trying to fucking feel something, Meadow. And get the hell out of here or things are

going to get fucking ugly.”

The back of my eyelids burned with tears for him and for everything that he’s had to go through.

He could feel. According to what he just said, he used to be able to feel…until he couldn’t.

And right now, one of the major things I wanted to know was what on earth had happened to him for his

brain to shut down on him like that.

And so I dared him. “What?” I bit out shakily, tilting my head at him. “Are you gonna hit me too? I mean,

maybe then at least you’d finally feel something.”

Sara Lili

Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.

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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.