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CHAPTER 0089 

Alaric’s POV: 

“You’re going to fucking thank me for this.” 

Clarissa seemed proud about something. My eyes were still narrowed at the back of her head as she led me across from the main house. The moment I realized where she was taking me, red hot anger coiled in the pit of my stomach and I drew her back by her hand. 

“What kind of fucking game are you playing, Clarissa?” 

The gardening shed. That was where she was taking me. And if memory served me properly, we used to sneak out here whenever my mother was being unbearable. 

Plus, this was where my father used to deliver punishments. Clarissa never met my father–it was why I was so desperate to turn that shed into something that wasn’t so horrific. And somehow, I managed it. 

Her brows drew together. “What makes you think I’m playing games? I simply want to show you what I 

did.” 

Her gaze dropped to where my hand was connected to her wrist and back to my eyes. I dropped her hand like it was on fire. “Fucking…” I took a breath, pinching the bridge of my nose. “What did you do? Did you take Tyler’s phone? What exactly did you do, Clarissa? I have a fucking meeting with the board and I’m running late.” 

“I see that,” she murmured, rolling her eyes. And then she made the rest of the walk into the gardening 

shed 

The moment she opened the door and stepped aside for me to enter, I froze. 

Tyler Cross was on the floor, passed out in his work suit. His hands were tied above his head. 

I rushed over to him, crouching so I could feel his pulse with my fingers. 

It was normal. 

“Relax, Alaric. He’s not dead. I only gave him a bunch of my sleeping pills… okay, maybe more than a 

bunch.” 

What the fuck was going on here? 

My gaze was still trained on Tyler’s body when I spoke. “Why is my assistant’s body in the gardening shed, Clarissa?” My voice was low and calm. Surprisingly calm, compared to what I was feeling inside. 

But I was always good at keeping my emotions at bay. 

“Come on,” she scoffed. “Don’t pretend you care about Meadow’s ex–fiance looking like a dead man. I bet 

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it gets you off.” 

Fucking hell. 

I rose to my feet, brushing off invisible lint from my suit jacket. And then I turned to face her. “I don’t care, Clarissa. I’m more concerned about the reason you put him here than I am about seeing him like this.” 

“Fair enough,” she said with a half–hearted shrug, and then she stepped forward, kicking his thigh. “He’s the scumbag playing both my nieces, isn’t he? You wanna tell me how and why he ended up as your 

assistant?” 

I frowned. “I don’t see how this is any of your business-” 

“Does Meadow know that her ex works for you?” 

I gave Clarissa a flat look and she slapped her hand against her forehead. “Of course, she does. She had to have consented to it, right? Because there’s no other reason you would keep the guy who broke her heart 

around.” 

My chest panged at that phrase: “The guy who broke her heart.‘ Somehow, the thought of someone else breaking her heart, the thought of her giving another man her delicate heart didn’t sit right with me. 

Tyler Cross deserved to suffer–and he already was. But all the things that were happening to him was only the beginning. 

And Clarissa trying to involve herself in this was going to fucking put me off. 

“How the hell did this happen?” 

“Like I said,” she muttered, crossing her arms in front of her chest again. “I slipped him my sleeping pills. I wasn’t planning on doing anything before, but he flirted with me. The fucking manwhore. I thought he 

was with Juni now.” 

I didn’t say a word, I just waited for her to continue. “Anyway, out of nowhere, I got this brilliant idea to punish him, and so I offered him some coffee to drink and slipped my pills in there before I gave it to him.” She let out a dramatic gasp. “You should fire him for being so careless and irresponsible.” 

I had no idea what on earth I was even feeling at the moment. Confusion? Anger? Resentment? I was all over the fucking place. 

I forced myself to remain calm, pinching the bridge of my nose again. “And what? You dragged him out here and tied him up?” I stepped closer, my brows drawing together. “What exactly where you planning to do after tying him up, Clarissa?” 

“I–L…” she stuttered, hesitating for a long moment, and then she sighed, closing her eyes. “I don’t know. I just wanted to hurt him for hurting my baby.” 

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My gaze narrowed. I hadn’t noticed before at the party or in Vegas, but there was something quite different about Clarissa. Something I couldn’t put my finger on. 

The only reason I hadn’t noticed earlier was because of the whole “perfect” demeanor she put on. But right now, with nothing but a red lip on, she seemed… naked. 

“What happened to you?” I asked–not because I was concerned, but because I was curious. And I needed 

to know if there was a need to have her evaluated too. 

Only this time, I feared she would fail the test without me having to do anything like the way I did with 

Meadow’s sister. 

“What?” she frowned. “Nothing! I just… I need a purpose, Alaric. I need something to keep me fucking 

grounded!” She stepped closer to me, reaching out to fix my tie as she lowered her voice. “You understand 

that, right?” 

My jaw clenched and I stepped back, away from her. Clarissa let out a soft laugh, raising her hands in defence. “Sorry, sorry, I’m just really cranky this morning. I know you have your… own plans for him. But this is basically just me showing you a glimpse of what I would do to you if you ever hurt Meadow.” She 

smirked like she was proud of herself. 

Yeah. Something was definitely off. 

Clarissa’s words were fucking difficult to understand and correlate with her behavior. One minute, she 

was flirting with me, and the next, she was threatening me. 

Not that either of those behaviors affected me in any way. 

“Uh huh,” I droned flatly. “Maybe you should go back to the house and take some of those pills you gave to my assistant. You need a long nap. I’ll take care of this.” 

“Mmmhm.” She let out a sound between a sigh and a giggle. “I love it when you take charge of situations. 

Reminds me of the good days.” 

I ignored her, hoping she would just take the hint and leave. And, thankfully, she did. But not before 

sliding her finger across my cheek on the way out. 

I pulled out my phone, cursing as I checked the time. It wasn’t even noon yet and so much had already happened. I was already late to the meeting and my fucking assistant was on the floor in my mother’s gardening shed. 

“Boss?” Trip’s voice sounded out when he picked up. 

“I want you here now. I’m at my mother’s estate.” 

Tyler Cross started to stir right as I ended the call. He let out a groan, his eyes snapping open when I 

delivered a hard kick to his side. 

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“What the…” His brows furrowed, eyes squinting as they zoned in on mine. And then his eyes widened in surprise. “Mr. Ashford!” 

My nostrils flared and I arched a brow. “Enjoy your morning nap, Cross?” 

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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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