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CHAPTER 0075

Meadow’s POV:

It was already dark by the time Nolan drove me back to Alaric’s house. I’d wanted to spend the night at

Nova’s apartment to take care of her, but that was out of the question for Nolan. And eventually, Nova

had to convince me to leave, saying she was already feeling better.

Now, we were back, and I wished I could be anywhere but here. It was easier during the day, when Mel

would be around making healthy noises as she worked around the house, doing things that didn’t even

need to be done.

Even the bodyguards were some kind of consolation. At least, I wasn’t alone.

But at night–that was when the loneliness set in. This was a fucking mansion, and I had to sleep in it

alone.

“Are you okay?” Nolan asked from the driver’s seat.

I turned to glance at him, giving him a polite smile. “Uh, yeah. Yeah I’m fine.” I started to reach for the

handle, but I paused. “And thank you for your help today, Nolan. I know you didn’t have to, but you did.”

He gave a half hearted smirk. “Well, you’re my sister–in–law, aren’t you?” He paused. “You’re family now.”

Something thick lodged itself in my throat. Nolan calling me family didn’t feel as weird as I thought it

would feel.

My heart fluttered. Maybe Nolan didn’t… hate me, after all.

He looked away, clearing his throat awkwardly. “Speaking of, you wanna tell me what’s going on between

you and my brother and why the hell he’s using me as a buffer?”

I scoffed. “Not just you. He’s using everyone as a buffer. Trip, the prison guards…” he chuckled at that. I

continued. “Mel. You know he told her to make sure I don’t miss any meals? So I have to eat breakfast and

dinner, sometimes lunch, even when I don’t feel like eating. He’s treating me like a goddamn child.”

I had no idea why I was telling Nolan this, but the words were already out and there was no way to take

them back.

I ran my hand through my hair. “The worst part is, he isn’t even speaking to me. And he was the one who

hurt me.”

By the time I turned back to face Nolan, he was already staring at me with an amused glint in his eyes.

“What?” I asked.

“Nothing.” He shook his head, turning off the ignition. “I’m just fucking relieved that it’s not all flowers and rainbows with you two.”

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I shot him a glare and he rolled his eyes, stepping out of the car. I followed suit. “Look, I’m not good at the whole pep talk thing, but I will say my brother has flaws. Huge fucking ones. But I’ve seen him with my family, and I’ve seen him with you.”

I swallowed.

“And at first, I was doubtful of this entire relationship, but I forced myself to stop worrying. Ric can feel you, and I can tell he cares about you. That’s all that matters to me.” His voice lowered. “Lord knows he deserves a bit of happiness.”

My heart swelled, and then it panged as goosebumps spread across my skin. I crossed my arms over my chest to hide my anxiety. A look crossed Nolan’s eyes that I couldn’t decipher, but then his eyes shifted behind me.

And he froze.

“Scheiße.”

“What?” I asked automatically, even though I already knew that there was only one thing that would make Nolan curse like that.

I turned around to see Alaric standing right there. The front door was wide open and he had just stepped out of it, standing near the stairs as he watched us.

I wasn’t prepared to see him, and now that I did, I forgot how to breathe.

Had it really been that long?

A dark look crossed his eyes, making him look like a handsome devil in his black t–shirt and pants.

“Look,” Nolan started, stepping toward him. “Before you get pissed-”

“What part of ‘check in and leave‘ was not clear to you, Nolan?”

“Her friend was sick,” he responded. “And if I hadn’t gotten here, your damn bodyguards wouldn’t have let her leave.”

Alaric wasn’t looking at me, he was only looking at his brother. He continued to act as if I didn’t exist.” And you failed to inform me about it because?”

I spoke before I could think twice about it. “Well, you failed to inform me of my sister’s release, so we’re even, aren’t we?”

Slowly, I made my way up the steps, Nolan following behind me.

When I looked up again, his brow was arched at his brother, like he was still waiting for a response from

him.

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Like I hadn’t even spoken.

“You’re right. I should’ve informed you. But cut me some slack, alright? I kept her safe.”

My hands were trembling, and I curled them into fists, hating how much this was affecting me. How

much I wanted him to look at me. Needed him to look at me.

But he didn’t.

Nolan blew out a breath. “If there aren’t any more questions, I’m going to take my leave.”

I turned to Nolan, forcing a smile at him. “Thanks again, Nolan.” I was only a few feet away from Alaric,

but I could feel the tension radiating from his muscles.

My eyes dragged down his tattooed arm, and then landed on his knuckles. They were still bruised, but

they looked less horrible than they did that night.

And with one final glare at the side of his face, I stormed into the house, slamming the door hard enough

for even me to flinch.

I headed straight for the stairs. I needed to take my mind off this.

ALARIC’S POV:

My brother started to descend the steps again, but he suddenly halted. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” he demanded.

I didn’t answer his question. Instead, I tilted my head at him. “Take her out again without telling me first,

and we’re going to have a big fucking problem, Nolan.”

“Got it,” he retorted. “All you’ve done is speak to me. When are you going to say a word to your wife?”

“Exactly. Key word–my wife. It’s none of your concern, Nolan.”

My brother shrugged his shoulders, raising his hands up in defense. “Alright. I will leave you with this,

though. She cares about you too much, and I just spent minutes tooting your fucking horn and telling her how much you care about her too. And what you just did trumped all my efforts. Fucking fix it. That’s all I’m saying, Ric.”

That was all he said before he went down the steps and into his car, driving off almost immediately.

It was only after he was completely gone that I ran my hands down my face in frustration.

I already planned to fix things with Meadow. I came back earlier than I initially wanted to just because of her. I couldn’t think, couldn’t work, couldn’t fucking breathe without her near me. And when I checked the camera footage and didn’t see her in the house, I almost lost it before I found out where she went with

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my brother.

Still, I couldn’t stay away anymore. I needed to see her, feel her. So I took the jet back to Seattle.

And then she finally came home, and I saw her, and I just completely… froze.

Watching Meadow through the cameras was completely different from seeing her in person. I wanted to

yank her toward me and kiss her until her lips were sore.

But instead, I gave her the cold shoulder and pretended not to care.

I saw how it fucking hurt her.

Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I checked the cameras again to see if she was in her room.

She wasn’t.

Not in the living room, kitchen or any common area.

That only left one place. The place she’d been going to every night for the past few nights before she

retired to bed.

I pulled up the footage for the indoor pool.

And there she was.

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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.