Fallen 118

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CHAPTER 0118

CHAPTER 0118

Alaric’s POV:

A few hours earlier:

“No, Mutti.” My voice was low, but I could tell it was still loud enough for Ingrid Ashford to hear. Her face gave nothing away as usual, but I noticed the slight twitch of her right eye.

“What do you mean ‘no‘, mein herz?”

I pushed away from my desk, my fists clenched at my sides. “I mean exactly what you think I mean. We

are not holding a memorial for a man who never so much as looked at you except when he was beating

you to a pulp or pushing you down the-”

TCRACK!

My mother’s palm landed across my face. If anything, my face only jerked to the side from the pressure. When my eyes meant hers again, her face turned red. She was angry that I didn’t feel the slap.

“You are not to speak of that, Alaric,” she gritted out. “We had an agreement on that.”

My jaw clenched and, scraping my teeth along my bottom lip, I replied: “I believe we also had an agreement on not speaking about that scum either.”

Her nostrils flared.

“What does Nolan think about this?” I asked, narrowing my gaze at the edges. The way she avoided my eyes told me everything I needed to know. “You haven’t told him, have you? I thought you’d want to go through the son who would gladly do anything for you–including holding a memorial for the man who made our lives a living hell.”

My mother swallowed. And I stepped closer to her as my lips twitched. “Or… you know Nolan would hate you for even asking him to do such a thing, and decided to come talk to me instead, even though you know there’s not a single way that I’d listen to you.”

For a long time, Nolan knew our father was cruel, but he never got to see or experience the extent of his cruelty. He was only two years younger than me, and yet, I’d managed to keep certain things from him.

Like the times our father had our mother thrown into a mental institute every single time she caught him cheating–or whenever he felt like it, really.

I spent my life in that household doing all I could to protect my brother from seeing the kind of monster our father was. But of course, that wasn’t going to last forever. Eventually, Nolan got to see him for who he truly was. That night, my drunk father had beaten an eleven–year–old Nolan up until he passed out and had to get up to twenty stitches at the hospital. I wasn’t home to protect him when it happened.

That moment haunted me for a long fucking time. Seeing him in that hospital bed, motionless…

“We don’t…” Ingrid trailed off, heaving a sigh. Her blonde hair wasn’t in a tight bun today–that said a lot about the stress that she was causing herself. She ran her hand through it, lowering herself onto a seat. Wir müssen nicht so sein wie.” “We don’t have to be like him.‘ “We are better than him, Alaric. And we

have to show him that.”

”

My jaw ticked as I shook my head. “All we’ll be showing him by having a memorial is that we’re thinking of him. Which is the one thing we’re not supposed to be doing.”

I shoved out a breath, placing my hand on her shoulder. Mutti glanced down to where my hand met her, and when she looked back at me, her eyes were already filled to the brim with tears.

My chest tightened.

“We don’t owe him anything, Mama. And the sooner you realize that, the better it’ll be for you… for all of

us.”

I was only thirteen when my father died. Meadow must’ve been three or four years old then, which was why it was a little bit easier for me to tell her about my father’s death. Because she wouldn’t be able to

piece it together.

My father’s murderer wasn’t found until seven years later.

Yeah.

That was how long the fucking murderer evaded the police. Clint Russell ruined my family.

And for a long time, that was all I wanted to do to his own family. Payback. Maybe I should’ve considered it a favor, even. But it wasn’t a fucking favor. All he did was damage my family.

And until I had Meadow in my arms, I had no idea that Clint Russell had damaged his family too.

“What’s on your mind?” Meadow’s voice was low as she asked. She sounded tired–which she had every right to be. After we had dinner on the jet, I had occupied myself with a little bit of work. But it wasn’t long until she was straddling me, and then I was shifting her panties to the side and fucking her. And we’d gone straight to the bed to continue.

And hell, I didn’t want to stop. But my wife was too far spent.

She snuggled into my chest, and I wrapped an arm around her as we sat in the backseat of an SUV.

“Just work,” I murmured.

“Right. And what is it you wanted to show me again?”

I didn’t answer at first. But as the driver pulled up to the penthouse garage, I pressed a kiss to her forehead. “It’s a surprise. I was going to show you tonight, but you seem tired.” I paused. “I want you completely alert when I finally show you.”

Meadow’s head shot up at that, her eyes widening at me. “I’m alert. Fully. Completely. Wholly.”

A smile threatened to slip out but I wiped it off with the back of my hand. “Not quite.”

“Oh, come on,” she collapsed against me, whining into my neck, her breath hot against my skin. A shiver coursed down my spine. God–This woman. “Just tell me what it is.”

“Tomorrow,” I murmured as the driver pulled the door open. “For now, I need you to rest, baby, okay?”

What I had to show her was something I’d been working on for the past few months. I’d been keeping it under wraps, with just a number of people being aware of it–most especially my workers here in Vegas. It was a place where people could go to fulfil and experience their greatest, deepest sexual desires. A home where people could be kinky without any sort of discrimination, as people often did with certain

kinks.

A sex club–to mildly put it. It was an extension of the main club, but only exclusive to members only.

And tomorrow was opening night.

Which was why I needed her with me.

Everything was ready. But tonight, I was just going to check things out with my contractor and the staff to see just how ready we were.

However, I wasn’t planning on leaving her alone. In as much as I came here for work, I also wanted her here with me so we could take a break from our real lives. I wanted a few days when it was just us. No

one else.

Just. Us. Me. My doe.

Us.

“Not fair,” she whispered, letting out a yawn as we stepped out of the car. I immediately went to her, carrying her bridal style into my arms. “Why are you so damn tired tonight?”

“Long day,” she replied after a while. “Plus I had a bit of wine. Lightweight, remember?”

Her arms came around my neck and she snuggled into my chest again, heaving a dreamy sigh as her eyes fluttered close. “Get me into bed, daddy.”

Those words sent a current straight to my cock, and as if Meadow knew what she just did to me, she giggled. “Sorry.”

“Don’t worry.” My voice came out raspy as I carried her toward the elevator, our luggage in hand. “You

will be.”

Sara Lili

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.