Fallen 73

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CHAPTER 0073

Meadow’s POV:

Alaric was keeping me locked up in his house like a goddamn prisoner.

It had been days–neatly a week–since he’d left for Vegas, and he hadn’t contacted me once, or at least

offered some kind of explanation for his behavior the other night.

He was pretending like I didn’t exist, yet he made sure I never left the house.

The first day I saw the hefty men in suits, I wondered why on earth they were just hanging around and not talking to anyone–except Mel when she forced them to eat the food she made.

But realization hit me the very next day when they came back. They were here for me. He didn’t want me to leave the house to the facility where my sister was still being held. I’d escaped twice before, and he didn’t want it to repeat itself.

And it fucking enraged me. He couldn’t send a simple text but got me some… bodyguards? If I could even

call them that. They were more of prison guards than anything else.

The whole idea that he didn’t want me to see my sister was ridiculous. I didn’t want to see her either, especially after the last time I went to see her. But this was also him trying to prove a point. Making me

seem as ‘weak–minded‘ as he said I was.

But right now, something else was about to enrage me entirely.

“What do you mean I can’t leave?” I snapped at one of the bodyguards.

“We have orders not to let you leave, Ma’am.”

Heat crawled up my neck. These men had to be older than me, and them calling me ‘ma’am‘ made me

uncomfortable.

I was only twenty–three, damn it!

I crossed my arms in front of my chest. “Well, I’m not leaving to see my sister,” I replied. “My best friend is sick. I need to go take care of her.”

Nova wanted to come spend some time with me today, but she caught the flu. And now all I wanted to do was go to her apartment with some soup I made.

And they wouldn’t let me?

“You’re not supposed to leave the house,” the other bodyguard said coolly. “We have no idea who or what you’re not supposed to be seeing. Your husband’s instructions are not to let you leave the compound.”

I ran a hand through my hair, feeling the frustration rise up my chest like some prickly pins.

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This was despicable!

How on earth did he have the right to control me when he wasn’t even here? After the way he’d spoken to

me that night?

“Call him then,” I muttered. “Call him and tell him I need to leave.”

They both looked at me like I was crazy. They exchanged odd glances with each other before the first one spoke again. “He’s your husband, isn’t he?”

Embarrassment clawed at my throat.

The other one shot him a wide–eyed glare. And then he managed a polite smile at me that ended up turning into a grimace. “I’m afraid we don’t have the… luxury of his phone number. He didn’t speak to us directly.”

I nearly face–palmed. Of course, he didn’t. Trip was his bodyguard. He probably had him do this.

I swallowed, shifting from one foot to the other. I couldn’t call Alaric.

First, I didn’t even have his contact. And things were going to get awkward if I told these strangers that I didn’t have my husband’s phone number.

I was saved from the awkward moment when I heard the sound of an engine rev. It wasn’t long until the car came to a stop in front of the house.

Trip usually came to check in everyday, so this had to be him.

“Trip,” I started as I descended the stairs. “Trip, can you tell these men to…” I trailed off when the driver of the blue sports car got out of it.

It wasn’t Trip. It couldn’t have been him, even. Trip drove an SUV.

It was Alaric’s brother.

“Nolan.” He had on a white shirt and black pants with a leather jacket, hair ruffled like he had been running his hand through it.

“Aw, don’t sound so disappointed to see your brother–in–law, princess.”

My jaw ticked. “What are you doing here?”

He tilted his head, shoving his hands deep into his pockets. “Well, I’ve come here to save you.” His eyes dragged down to the bag in my hand. “And from the looks of it, you do need saving.”

“I just want to go see my sick friend, but your lunatic brother won’t let me.”

“Damn,” he chuckled. “I thought I was the lunatic brother.” When I scowled at him, he simply smirked.” Relax. I’m here because he asked me to. Told me a little about your…” his eyes shifted to the bodyguards.

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Situation.”

I didn’t answer. I thought Nolan and Alaric weren’t close, but from the looks of it, he trusted him enough to tell him that he locked his wife in his house–even though he didn’t trust him enough to tell him that our marriage wasn’t real.

“I’m actually here in place of Trip,” he finally admitted. “Ric wanted me to check in on you. But it looks like you need me to check you out of here instead. I’ll take you to go see your friend.” He nodded toward his car, silently telling me to get in.

I didn’t want to go anywhere with Nolan. He didn’t like me, and there was no way I was taking him to Nova’s apartment.

“Scheiße,” he cursed under his breath, sensing my hesitation. “Look. I’m not supposed to be doing this. If Ric finds out I took you out, he’s gonna have my fucking eyeballs. But I can’t just leave you looking as miserable as you do right now, so I’m willing to bend a few rules for you.”

I shot him a glare.

Nolan didn’t even flinch. “Or you could remain here until he gets back. Both options work for me.”

I shut my eyes for a full second, thinking about it. Better to go with an asshole like Nolan than just remain in this prison. “Fuck it,” I muttered under my breath.

I had no other choice. As I made my way to the passenger seat of Nolan’s car, I heard him offer a sound warning to the men. “My brother hears a sound about this, and I’ll have both your heads. We clear?”

“I thought you rode a bike?” I asked Nolan the moment he got in the car.

He smirked, stepping on the gas pedal with a force that made my body jerk back. I quickly fastened my seatbelt. “Decided to take a little break today. Can’t fault a guy for wanting to have car sex either, can you?”

Bile rose up my throat and I gagged. “Please don’t tell me you had sex in this car before coming here.”

Nolan dodged my question. “Plus, it’s better for Ric to know I carried you in my car. He’ll fucking kill me if he finds out you were on my bike.”

My lips twitched slightly but I fought hard not to smile. Nothing was funny about this.

I looked out the window as he drove.

“So…” he started after a few minutes of heavy, awkward silence. “What’s the deal with your psycho sister?”

I whipped my head around to scowl at him. “She’s not a psycho.”

He arched a brow. “Why was she in a psychiatric facility then? All Ric told me was that she hurt you.”

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I scoffed. “I thought he told you…” I trailed off as a dreadful feeling settled in my chest. My brows drew

together as I stared hard at Nolan’s side profile. “Wait… did you say ‘was‘?”

“What do you mean?”

“You asked ‘why was she in a psychiatric facility?‘ Is she…”

Nolan spared me a glance. “You don’t know?”

When I didn’t respond, he sighed. “I thought you did. It’s the entire reason Ric is being so bloody

protective of you right now. Says she’s dangerous.”

My heart dropped into my stomach.

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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.