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Fallen 54
Posted by Sara Lili, ? Views, Released on September 11, 2025
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Meadow’s POV: 

The soft, rich sound of classical music greeted us as we stepped into the large ballroom. The outside was massive and spacious, but the inside….. 

Looked like a fucking dream. 

Glass chandeliers hung from the ceiling, the floor was polished, and the crowd of people in the room was intimidating in a way, as if you weren’t rich or extra–rich, you couldn’t belong here. 

d in it. 

I didn’t exactly belong, but I wasn’t a stranger to luxury. After all, I was raised 

“Wow…” I whispered in wonder as I watched the waiters dressed in black and white weave through the crowd with trays containing wine, champagne–all kinds of alcohol. 

“Yeah,” Alaric chuckled, looking down at me. “My mother usually goes all out. Doesn’t do mediocre.” 

I tightened my grip around his arm even though I knew he couldn’t feel it. “Yeah, I can see that.” 

Well, obviously it wasn’t just Alaric who was popular. His mother seemed to have a truckload of elegant 

friends. 

Who were now looking at me? 

I shifted on my feet as a small group of women well over their fifties watched me and Alaric, leaning into each other’s ears probably to spill a gossip or two. One of them sized me up, narrowing her eyes at me. 

I rolled my eyes as Alaric steered me away from their sight. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say your 

mother’s friends are jealous of me.” 

“They are.” 

“No, they’re not,” I scoffed. “The only way they would be jealous is if you’ve had something to do with 

them and ” 

I trailed off, tilting my head at him. He only shrugged. 

My gaze narrowed. “Unless you did have something to do with them.” Something ugly settled in the 

bottom of my stomach. 

If this was what jealousy felt like, I never wanted to feel this way again. How many more of his mother’s female friends had he slept with? 

“It’s not what you think, Meadow,” he murmured. 

“Yeah? Well, I don’t think I want to know what it really is,” I said under my breath. “And I definitely need 

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something to drink.” 

A waiter slowly passed with a tray and I grabbed a champagne flute from it, my mouth already watering from the relief the golden liquid was going to bring me. 

“Should I be worried about you, Meadow?” his tone was indifferent but his eyes wrinkled with mischief.” We’ve already established that you’re lightweight given the way you acted the last time you had a single glass of wine.” 

Heat crept up my cheeks and I looked away from him, swirling the liquid in the flute. He was referring to the night that he ate me out on the kitchen counter. 

My thighs rubbed together. “That was different. Your fault for letting me drink alcohol when I’d only just gotten off my pain meds.” 

“You weren’t on pain meds, Meadow. You’re just a lightweight.” 

I rolled my eyes. “One glass won’t hurt, Alaric. You don’t have to be worried.” 

Maybe alcohol wasn’t the best thing to turn to when I was about to meet his mother, but I needed something to calm me down. Distract me. 

And like I said, it was only one glass. 

Alaric didn’t get to say anything in response because just then, another voice cut through the bubbly atmosphere 

“Well, well, well 

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t my insufferable big brother and his beautiful wife!” 

We both turned around. 

Nolan Ashford stood a few feet from us, a drink in his hand and a dark smirk on his face. The black eye Alaric had given him was already clear, and he looked so much better than the last time I saw him 

And he still looked fucking good then. 

These damn Ashford genes. 

A tall, gorgeous woman clung to his arm, staring adoringly at him I’m a way that nearly made me roll my 

eyes. 

Either she was just a date who just couldn’t stop admiring his beauty, or this was a case of unrequited feelings. 

I forced a smile, my grip tightening around the champagne flute. 

“Hey,” I said airily. We weren’t exactly on good terms. He was calling a damn gold digger the last time I saw him 

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Right before Alaric slammed him against the wall, stopping him from mentioning a name–the name of the other woman who could touch Alaric 

“Nolan,” Alaric said. 

“You’re late,” Nolan replied, lifting his glass in a ‘cheers‘ gesture before taking a sip. “Mutti was starting to 

think you weren’t going to show.” 

Alaric’s jaw ticked, but his tone remained dry. “Well, I’m here now.” 

“I can see that,” Nolan mused, narrowing his eyes at me. “How are you, Meadow?” 

I refused to back down from the intensity of his stare. “Fine. Nice to see you again, Nolan.” I took a sip of my drink 

He smiled wider. “Glad to hear it. You know, last time we saw each other, I wasn’t sure if you’d been sticking around much longer after… things got ugly.” 

Alaric took a step forward, his voice cold, tone clipped as he said, “Is there a reason you’re still talking?” His voice was low enough that no one outside of this circle could hear what they were saying, but people 

still turned to look at the obvious tension that was brewing between the two brothers. 

Nolan gave a low chuckle, like something about Alaric being protective was funny to him. The woman on 

his arm blinked up at him but he wasn’t even looking at her. 

His gaze shifted back to me. “You’re braver than I thought, Meadow,” he said. “Most women wouldn’t 

survive a week married to my brother, but here you are, looking like a million bucks.” 

There were two jabs in that sentence. One targeted at me, and one at Alaric. I didn’t care about being called a gold digger, honestly. I already knew I wasn’t one. But what I didn’t quite understand was the jab at Alaric. This was the second time he was suggesting that I wouldn’t be able to survive Alaric. 

The only difference was that Alaric wasn’t in the kitchen with us when he said it. 

Alaric bristled beside me. 

“I think your date’s bored,” I said finally, my eyes flicking to the woman. “She keeps staring at you like 

she’s trying to remember why she agreed to come.” 

Nolan blinked. Alaric’s shoulder dropped and I looked up just in time to see his mouth twitch. 

“Claws,” Nolan muttered. “I like that.” And then he took a sip of his drink. “Well, I’ll let you lovebirds get back to whatever the hell you’re doing. Go find our mother, Ric.” 

And then, he walked off, but not before his eyes narrowed into slits at me again. 

Nolan knew his brother could feel me, but why did I feel like he didn’t like that at all? 

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I turned to Alaric, taking the final sip of my drink and dropping the glass onto a passing tray. 

“What is your brother’s deal?” 

“My brother doesn’t like what he can’t understand, Meadow,” he muttered. “And right now, you’re on top 

of that list.” 

My breath caught. 

Alaric tensed again as he looked away from me, his eyes focusing on something else. 

Or 

r someone. 

“And here Mutti comes.” 

I froze. 

Fallen

Fallen

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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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