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CHAPTER 0086 

Meadow’s POV: 

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After his mother had so rudely interrupted us, Alaric chased her out. He kissed me on my mouth, but the moment was already far gone. “Fuck,” he cursed. “I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t know she was coming.” 

I swallowed the uncomfortable lump in my throat. “Um… it’s fine. I can just….” 

“I’ll ask her to leave,” he murmured as something flashed in his eyes. “I know you don’t feel comfortable 

around her.” 

My heart swelled, and for a second, I was tongue–tied. I didn’t know how to respond to Alaric saying he was going to send his mother away on account of my comfort. 

“Not exactly…” A nervous laugh escaped me. “But Alaric, she’s your mother. And honestly, if I’m going to stay married to you, I’m going to have to get used to her being around.” 

And not just his mother. Clarissa. 

I was going to have to get used to my aunt being his ex and probably seeing her more often now. 

“Fine, then,” he grunted. “You want to go shower while I head down? Or do you want me to shower with 

you?” 

Before I could respond, he stood up with my thighs still wrapped around his waist. Alaric was still inside 

me and I could feel him growing all over again. 

I let out an airy laugh. “Alaric, seriously. If you get hard inside of me, I’m not sure I’ll be able to go again.” 

“Of course you would,” he replied without hesitation. He carried me to his bathroom and there, he let me down, groaning low in his throat as he pulled out of me. An involuntary whimper left my mouth and Alaric delivered a spank to my ass. 

Before he left, he told me to stay upstairs if I wasn’t comfortable with going down and seeing his mother, 

but… 

Of course, I didn’t stay upstairs. 

“I don’t appreciate you barging into my room, Mutti,” I heard Alaric say as I descended the stairs a few 

minutes later 

“Well, I sent you a text to let you know that I was on my way, but you never responded-” 

“Because I was with my wife.” Alaric’s tone was ice cold–a huge contrast to how he sounded when we were together only a few minutes ago. “And what the hell are you doing here this early? Even Mel isn’t here yet.” 

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“The housekeeper?” I heard Ingrid scoff. “Please, you take it too easy on her. It’s probably why she feels the need to come to work whenever she wants. You know how things were when you were younger.” 

I could feel the atmosphere shift. 

I knew that Alaric cared about Mel on a maternal level, and maybe he even considered her as a mother 

more than he did his own, so Ingrid saying this had to upset him. 

Hell, it upset me too. 

“What are you doing here, Mutti?” 

I held my breath, holding on to the bannister as I waited for her response. 

“Scheiße,” she cursed just as I heard the coffeemaker beep. “Coffee first, okay? It’s been a rough morning. 

Which reminds me, you need to fire your assistant. He is so incompetent.” 

Tyler. Tyler was Alaric’s assistant. I wondered if Juniper had already told Tyler that I was married to his 

boss. 

A few seconds passed before Alaric spoke. 

“So, you came all the way to my home, interrupting a private morning with my wife, to talk to me about 

my incompetent assistant? Also, I thought I asked you to stop making my assistants do your bidding.” 

Alaric’s voice sounded calm, but I could sense the underlying tension and agitation. I took a deep breath. I didn’t like Ingrid, but I wasn’t going to hide in the shadows when she was around. 

I stepped toward the kitchen, and right as I turned the corner, Ingrid was speaking. “Well, you have all the time in the world to be with your… little companion, and I needed your assistant to get Clarissa’s things from the airport.” 

I froze. Alaric tensed. And Ingrid? Her gaze slowly drifted to me, as if she knew I’d been standing there all this while. And then she smirked. “You know I do all my best for the woman you love. Oh, hello, Medlyn.” 

My stomach twisted in disgust. 

“Mother” Alaric’s voice was stern. “You’ll show some respect or you’ll leave.” 

The smirk on Ingrid’s face faded for only a moment before she rolled her eyes. “Relax, Mein Herz. I am only joking. You are always so serious.” She sighed, looking at me again. “Hello, Meadow.” She poured some coffee into her cup and one for Alaric. 

Alaric’s shoulders dropped slightly as he turned to face me. I couldn’t read the expression on his face, but his brows pulled together like he was worried about me. 

Like his mother hadn’t just casually mentioned that she had Tyler pick up Clarissa’s things from the airport. Which meant Clarissa really was staying. 

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I opened my mouth to say something–not sure what exactly–but all of a sudden, Ingrid let out a loud, exaggerated gasp. “Son, what are those marks on your back?” 

Without thinking, I rushed toward him, confused on what she was referring to, but then Alaric turned to face his mother and I finally understood what she was talking about. 

Laughter bubbled in my throat and I had to bite down hard on my bottom lip to keep myself from bursting 

out laughing. 

I knew without seeing Alaric’s face that he had a proud, smug look on. 

“Oh, you mean the scratch marks?” he muttered, lifting his coffee mug to his mouth and taking a sip.” They’re just a little present from my beautiful wife.” Then he turned to me. “Coffee, baby? You can have 

mine.” 

Something warm fluttered from my stomach up to my chest. 

God. Alaric. 

His eyes darted to my mouth and I immediately released my bottom lip, letting out a silent laughter as I took the mug from his hand and took a sip, placing my lips over the same spot his had just been in. 

He scraped his teeth over his bottom lip, amused, and Ingrid cleared her throat loudly, interrupting the 

moment. 

“Meadow!” she exclaimed. “I would love to have you over for dinner one of these days. I’m sure Clarissa 

would love to meet you-” 

“She lives with you now?” Alaric asked, irritation flashing in his eyes. 

Ingrid shrugged. “Well, yes. Someone has got to keep me company. And if my boys won’t do it, then I know someone who’s more willing.” 

Someone being… My aunt Yvonne. Or Clarissa. Or whatever the fuck her name was. I still thought of the way she had spoken to me in the bathroom that day. Lied to me that she had only been with Alaric once and somehow missed telling me that Alaric used to be the love of her freaking life. 

She held out on me on purpose. And now she was getting close to his mother. 

I didn’t like that. I really didn’t. 

“Sorry to break it to you, Mutti, but your sons have their own…” His phone buzzed and he pulled it out of his pocket. I didn’t see the name flashing on the screen but it seemed to be someone important, because Alaric cursed. 

“Need to take this,” he murmured, planting a kiss to my temple before he walked past me. 

I held my breath, and when he was out of sight, I let it out. 

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I didn’t want to fall for him. 

Not now. But with the way things were going, I knew it was already out of my control. 

When I turned back to look at Ingrid, her red lips were pulled into a deep scowl as her blue 

over me from top to bottom. 

And then she asked- 

“How long have you and my son been trying for a child?” 

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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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