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Fallen 77
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Meadow’s POV: 

My face had gotten flushed to the point where I could practically feel the heat radiating from my pores. 

“I came here because I want to watch you pleasure yourself, Meadow. It’s barely enough watching through a damn blurry screen.” 

“That’s an invasion of my privacy!” I gasped, and this time he let me turn around to face him. I pushed hard against his chest. “How dare you? How dare you watch me without my permission like a fucking 

creep?!” 

Fury spread across my chest like wildfire. Alaric had been watching me. He ignored me, treated me like I didn’t exist, controlled me, and then had the audacity to watch me in the pool. 

The tips of my ears grew hot–I wasn’t sure if it was just the anger or something else. 

Yes, I was coming up here to take my mind off things. But sometimes, I just let myself feel. Let myself think about him and the things he could be doing to me, and then I came to the thoughts of him. 

But he was never supposed to know. 

I tried to push against his chest again but he caught both hands with one of his and yanked me into him, 

chest to chest, so close that I could feel the heat rolling off his body. “I don’t watch you without permission, Meadow,” he murmured, eyes locked on mine. “I don’t need permission. You are mine.” 

“I’m not yours,” I spat, although my voice wasn’t as steady as I meant it to be. 

Alaric’s mouth curved in a slow, dangerous smirk. He let go of one wrist just to trail his thumb over the 

diamond on my finger. 

“This says you are. The papers you signed say you are. And the way you come with my name on your lips 

even when I’m not here? That fucking seals it, baby.” 

My breath hitched. 

“But you know what I like best about watching?” He released my hand and his thumb brushed my bottom lip, forcing it to part, while I just stood there like a doll, waiting to be used. “The cameras don’t catch sound. I don’t have to hear you to know how you sound when you break for me. I know your body. I own 

it.” 

A shiver ran down my spine, and my breath was coming out in short pants. “I don’t-” 

“Show me,” he murmured, cutting me off. 

Before I could ask what the hell he meant by that, Alaric’s palm pressed against my shoulder and he stepped forward, forcing me to stumble straight off the edge of the pool–and into it. 

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CHAPTER 0077 

+15 BONUS 

The cold water swallowed me completely. I shot back up, gasping for air as my hair stuck to my face.” You fucking-” I didn’t even know how to finish that sentence. What to call him. What the hell I wanted to 

say. 

Alaric crouched at the edge, his forearms casually resting on his knees. His gaze was dark, hungry. 

“You crave my attention so much I can practically smell your sweet arousal, Meadow. And right now, you’re going to show me exactly how you make yourself come inside of this pool.” 

My stomach twisted. I pushed the hair away from my face, shivering. “You’re insane,” I bit out, even though he wasn’t wrong about me being soaking wet. I wanted to do what he asked. 

I wanted to. 

But he didn’t get to be cold and dismissive and then come back to demand things whenever he felt like it. 

“Far from it. I’m patient,” he corrected. “And I’ve been patient for far too long.” His head tilted slightly.” 

You know what I want. Give it to me.” 

I let out a humorless laugh. “You’ve lost your damn mind if you think-” 

“If I think you’ll obey?” His voice was low, laced with lust. “Baby, I’ve seen you do it every night without 

me asking.” Heat crept up my neck. “And now, I want it here. In my presence. Where I can touch you if I 

decide to.” 

Anger spread across my chest. I was already painfully turned on, and all his words did was spur me on. 

Denying it was making it worse, but I wasn’t ready to stop. 

“You’re delusional, Alaric,” I breathed. “You can’t tell me what to do. I’m not your fucking lapdog-” 

“No. You’re my wife,” he cut in smoothly, lips curving in a dark smirk. “Take off the top.” 

Heat prickled my skin despite the cool water. “No,” I retorted. 

Alaric’s smirk deepened, like he was waiting for that reply. “Fine. Then I’ll take it off for you.” 

He was in the water before I could even blink, black shirt clinging to his chest and shoulders, making him look even bigger. More solid. 

My heart slammed against my ribcage. 

There was no escape. He was on me in three strokes, one hand curling around the back of my neck, the other running down my spine until I shivered against him. “This is the last time I am asking nicely, 

Meadow. Show me how you make yourself come. Right here, while I watch.” 

My skin was buzzing. “I said no,” I hissed. I had never been this defiant, but I guess my stubborn streak 

had to evolve one way or another, didn’t it? 

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CHAPTER 0077 

+15 BONUS 

Alaric’s eyes flashed. Not with anger but with mocking amusement. “You also said you weren’t mine,” he muttered, thumb grazing my nape. “But we both know how bad of a liar you are, Meadow. You’re letting me hold you.” His hand on my lower back drifted lower. “Melting into my touch. Letting me decide 

whether you sink…” He played with the strings of my bikini bottom. “…or float.” 

“Take it off, Meadow,” he repeated, his gaze dropping to my chest. Alaric could easily pull on the strings of the top, but he didn’t. 

He was giving me the chance to do it myself. 

I lifted my chin, my jaw clenching hard. “And what if I don’t?” 

He leaned in, lips brushing the shell of my ear. “Then I’ll strip you, finger you until you’re shaking, and 

make you beg me to stop. But you won’t voice it out, because you’ll like it too much to even form a 

coherent sentence.” 

I swallowed as a traitorous throb started low in my belly and moved straight to my core. 

‘Just give in, Meadow,‘ something in the back of my mind said. ‘Give in. Show him.‘ 

“Alaric…” 

He cut me off with a low chuckle. “I can see the war going on in your eyes, baby. Your mouth says no. 

Your body, however…” he cupped my ass. “…says please. Which one do you want me to believe?” 

My thighs clenched under the water. I hated that he noticed. 

Alaric’s other hand slid from my neck to my jaw, tilting my face up to his. “Look at me,” he ordered. 

I did, feeling my resolve weaken. 

“Good girl,” he rasped. Now, take off your top, Meadow.” 

It was like I was a robot and he had the controls. I couldn’t help the way my hand reached for the strings 

of my top, and then pulled on it. 

It started to float away after I let it go, leaving me in only the bottom. 

Pride danced in his eyes. “I want your hand down the bottom now. Slow. Let me watch you ruin yourself, 

Meadow.” 

Fallen

Fallen

Score 9.9
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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