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CHAPTER 0112

APTER 0112

Alaric’s POV:

“Fucking hell.”

It had been a long fucking while since I had a bad day.

Drama with my family, with Clarissa… I never considered those as bad days. Those were just minor

inconveniences.

But today?

Somebody was going to end up regretting why they ever applied to work at my company–if they even lived to regret it, that is.

Fifty million dollars. That was what someone had moved from the company’s account to the wrong beneficiary.

“I didn’t authorize this, sir.” Dana breathed, looking straight into the screen of my laptop with her brows pulled together. She glanced at me nervously, and I watched her throat bob as she swallowed, turning

back to face the screen.

Whatever expression I had on my face was enough to make her fidget. And I watched her every move.

The way her fingers dug into the edge of the mahogany desk, the light sheen of sweat that had coated her

face.

Dana wasn’t guilty–I knew that. But she was still terrified of what I might do.

“I p–promise, I… I don’t know how this happened. It was just an hour ago I received an email from Mr.

Morales-”

“So why are you shaking, Dana?” I asked firmly. She glanced at me again, her eyes widening as she stood

upright. I leaned back in my seat. “If you didn’t authorize this, why do you look so guilty?”

“I’m not guilty, I’m nervous.” Her jaw was set tight. “I’ve been working here long enough to know what happens to those who cross you. And to be honest…” Her gaze dropped. “You’re looking at me like you’re

certain I did it.”

My jaw tightened. “I’m certain someone did it.” My gaze shifted to the door as three knocks sounded on it. “And it looks like he’s here. That’ll be all for now, Dana,” I muttered. “Have the tech department trace the

scam account.”

The money was gone, and it was going to take everything inside of me to control my anger around my fucking assistant.

I hadn’t spoken to him yet, but I knew it was him. I fucking knew it.

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Over the past few weeks, he’d been doing everything he could to impress me–especially after that day I caught him unconscious in my mother’s gardening shed after Clarissa had drugged him with her sleeping pills.

It was still fucking crazy when I thought about it, and hard to believe it happened. But Cross tripping over his own damn shoes just to attend to my needs was a constant reminder that it had indeed happened.

Tyler pushed the door open just as Dana approached it. She shot him a dirty look–one that had him jerking his head backward in shock and confusion.

But when he shifted his gaze to me, he instantly knew that something was wrong.

“Come in, Cross,” I muttered. “And pour me a cup of coffee from the coffeemaker, will you?”

He nodded fiercely, heading toward the coffeemaker, but then I clicked my tongue, narrowing my gaze at

him.

“You know what? I’m suddenly in need of something stronger. There’s a half–empty bottle of bourbon on

top of the mini fridge. Bring it, and a glass.”

Tyler froze, his eyes widening as he turned to me. “Um, sir, I—”

“Finished my bottle of bourbon?” I murmured, feeling my lips twitch. “Oh, I know, Cross.”

The bastard had come into my office when I was absent, and had drank my bourbon, swiveled in my chair, put his fucking feet on my desk…

“Do you think I don’t have cameras in my office?”

His face paled until it was as white as a sheet, and he looked around the corners, just like I’d seen him do in the camera feed when he was searching for them. “You can’t see them. Don’t bother.”

“S–sir, I…”

I tilted my head. “The empty bottle. Bring it.”

He complied without question, although his movements were jerky. When he stopped in front of my desk, the bottle in hand, I studied him. His hard face, the terrified expression on it, his lanky build covered in a blue shirt tucked into a pair of slacks.

He was such a fucking loser. It pained me so much that Meadow was ever with him. That she ever loved

him.

He didn’t deserve to be loved by anyone–especially her.

“You want what I have so badly that you would dare sit in my chair?” I rose to my feet.

He shook his head profusely, stuttering. “N–no, sir. I only-”

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“Well, go on,” I urged, stepping aside. Sit.”

Tyler’s eyes had widened way past their limit. He swallowed. “Sir-”

“Do not make me repeat myself.” My voice was firm and cold. So cold, it made him jump out of his skin

“Yes, sir,” he murmured. He tried to move past me to the chair, but a single arch of my brow and he was turning around to go through the other side.

Tyler made eye contact with me before he slowly lowered himself into my chair. He didn’t sit back–be was more… perched on the edge of the seat than anything.

“Hands on the desk,” I ordered, picking up the slightly heavy bottle from where he had dropped it.

“S–sir?”

I fixed him with a look and he swallowed, raising his shaky hands and placing them on the table, palms facing down.

“Just out of curiosity,” I started, walking around the table until I was directly across from him. “Do you have any idea who my wife is?”

Tyler shook his head. “No, sir.‘

My brows drew together. I’d assumed by now that Juniper had already told him. That it may have been the reason he decided to fool around in my office.

But that didn’t seem to be the case.

Even fucking better.

I felt a smirk pull at the corner of my lips as I moved the bottle in my hand until it was hovering over his splayed hands.

Just one quick movement and I could smash his fucking fingers and it would take a long fucking time before he can ever use a keyboard again.

But that wasn’t the kind of man I was. Not anymore.

Of course, if Trip were here, I’d have him do it. Not me. But seeing the look of fear flash in Tyler’s eyes was worth it all.

“So you had no reason,” I continued. “No reason at all to step into my office, drink my bourbon, sit in my chair and hang those filthy legs on my desk?”

I didn’t think it was even possible for his face to get any paler. But here he was, proving me wrong.

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“No, sir,” he replied quickly. “No reason at all.”

I hummed. “And no reason whatsoever to authorize a fifty million dollar transaction without a second

authentication from me?”

He sucked in a breath. “Sir, I was only trying to-

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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.