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CHAPTER 0064

Meadow’s POV

For a moment, all I could do was stare at my sister in shock. The expression on her face was so serious.

Had she-

All of a sudden, Juniper burst out laughing. She laughed so damn hard, slapping her hand down onto t

the

desk as tears ran down her face the way they usually did.

“You should… you should see your fucking face right now, sis. Damn.”

My fingers dug into the edge of the table as I shot her a glare.

“Relax,” she drawled, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye as she shook her head at me like she pitied me. “God, I haven’t had a good laugh in weeks. And you have to admit, that was funny.”

I swallowed as my chest tightened. The fact that Juniper could make jokes about this situation. I hated

her so much.

But I loved her more than I hated her.

“I’m sure you wish that was true, sis. Hoping to start on a clean slate, maybe?” She laughed again. “The drugs they force down my throat in here will never make me forget what I did to you, Meadow. And you want to know the best part?”

Her voice was low, and she reached across the table for my hands. I didn’t pull away, even though I

already knew that she was about to say something that would break me.

Because that’s who she was.

“I don’t even want to forget,” she breathed. “I would do it again if I could.”

A gasp tore from my throat and I snatched my hands away from her grip. “Fuck you, Juniper.”

Juniper rolled her eyes. “Don’t be so dramatic.” And then her gaze narrowed at the edges. “Although, I am

curious. Are you still a virgin? Or did that handsome devil break your back yet? You know, since he’s your

husband and all.”

I wasn’t sure why, but I remained quiet. I could’ve easily lied, but I just… froze. And my sister noticed.

Her smirk grew. “You haven’t had sex with him yet, have you?”

My jaw clenched.

“Shouldn’t that be teaching you a lesson? Tyler didn’t want you, your billionaire husband doesn’t want

you as well… who the fuck actually wants you then? Who wants a timid virgin who has nothing going for

her?”

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My stomach twisted. I wasn’t supposed to see things that way, but Juniper was a master in manipulation. And in a way, she was right.

Alaric could make all the excuses he wanted, but the truth remained that he didn’t want me and just gave me pity orgasms that he thought I’d be okay with

“Yeah, because of you, Juniper. Or did you forget that?” My voice trembled, but I didn’t care. “And last I checked, you don’t have anything going for you either.”

“Nah,” she replied with another eye roll. “I have my trust fund, remember? The one you want nothing to do with? Plus…” she reduced her voice to a whisper. “I still have a parent who cares about me. Can’t say the same for you, though.”

I couldn’t take it anymore.

Feeling the back of my eyelids burn, I rose to my feet, walking toward the door.

I heard Juniper’s chair scrape against the floor as she rose to her feet, pulling on my hand before I could

reach the door.

“No, no, wait, I’m sorry.” Her voice was laced with panic and desperation. “Don’t leave, Meadow. Please.”

My chest tightened.

“I’m sorry about what I did to you. I just… You make me so mad sometimes, you know?”

There it was. The victim–blaming.

“I make you mad sometimes?” I scoffed, turning to look at her. “I didn’t do anything to you, Juniper. I did nothing that deserved to have me slammed against the wall and nearly raped by the man I thought was the love of my life.” I swallowed. “And I definitely did nothing to deserve being played by you and Tyler just because you wanted to make my life miserable.”

Juniper stepped closer to me as her grip tightened. She searched my face as she spoke. “Yes, you did. You left me. You were going to live your life without me and I… I couldn’t allow that.”

I couldn’t believe this.

I snatched my hands away, staring at her in disbelief. “You can’t be serious.”

“Can’t I?

“You’ve tortured me all my life and you won’t let me be free of you for even a little while?”

“I love you, Meadow,” she whispered shakily, reaching for my hair. “You’re my sister. I just… I hate you more than I love you, but I still love you.”

My lips parted, but no words came out. What was I even supposed to say to this? I loved my sister more.

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than I hated her, but it was the complete opposite for her.

‘Look, I can. I can let this go, alright? Just let me out of here and we can begin on a fresh slate, I swear. I can’t be here anymore, Meadow-”

“Listen to yourself!” I snapped, stepping away from her back to the table. “You keep talking about yourself. You can let this go? What about me? What about me, Juniper? Your sister, who was beaten by

you and nearly raped because of your

“But then your husband came to the rescue, didn’t he?” Her voice went cold now.

Over the years, I’d had an inkling that Juniper was a tad psychotic–just like our mother. But I could never prove it, Not even now, as she rolled her eyes at me.

“And I already apologized. Jesus. What more could you possibly want?”

“For you to fucking change, Juniper! Fuck! For you to leave me alone if you can’t bring yourself to change.

If you’re just going to be a stain on my life, I don’t want you in it.”

She scoffed, stepping closer. “You don’t mean that.”

I straightened. “I do.”

Juniper sneered at me. “No, you fucking don’t!” she screamed. And before I knew what was coming, she reached for a cup of water and threw it at me.

A gasp tore from my throat as the cold liquid spread across the front of my shirt, soaking into my skin. I shivered. The weather was already cold enough as it was

I dragged my gaze up to my sister’s as my chest heaved. But she only stared at me with her lips parted and eyes wide. “Meadow, I’m so s-”

I didn’t listen this time. I stormed out of the room, ignoring her cries as she followed me. “Meadow,

please, just…”

Luckily, the orderlies were standing just a few feet away. Embarrassment clawed at my neck.

I wondered how much they heard.

“I’m done,” I snapped, not looking back even as Juniper’s cries intensified. Even as my heart ached.

And as I stepped out of the facility, my phone in my hand, ready to order an uber, I halted in my steps.

Because right in the parking lot, leaning against his car, was Alaric.

And I didn’t care about the mild anger flashing in his eyes, all I cared about was that he was here.

And when the tears began to stream down my face, he was

as there to catch me before my knees buckled. 1

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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.