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CHAPTER 0125 

Alaric’s POV: 

A few minutes ago 

I hadn’t expected my brother to show up at the club. When I was heading to my car, another car had parked right across from me. It wasn’t until I heard Nolan call my name that I realized that it was him. 

And he did not look happy. 

My brows drew together in question. “What the fuck are you doing here?” 

He shoved his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket, coming to a stop a few feet away from me. 

And then he turned around, his eyes sweeping over the building. 

“Love what you did with the place.” 

“You’d love it better if you went in,” I replied flatly, my gaze narrowing at the edges. “Though something 

tells me that’s not why you’re here.” 

“Did Mutti tell you she was planning a memorial for our late father?” 

Nolan’s voice had a certain edge to it. I watched him carefully, taking note of the set in his jaw and the 

hard look in his eyes. 

It had been a while since I saw that look in his eyes–one that I couldn’t decipher no matter how much I tried to. Nolan had loved our father for a long fucking time, and after he saw him for who he was, it seemed as though a part of him broke. But after he died, Nolan had that look in his eyes for so long. 

He was only eleven. 

“I shut it down,” I simply replied, leaning against my car. “The bastard doesn’t deserve a memorial.” 

“Yeah, but he didn’t deserve a bullet to his fucking head either.” 

Those words came out strong. Maybe a little too strong. And it was then I realized that something else truly was wrong. I pushed away from my car, taking a step toward my brother. “Whatever the hell it is you want to say to me, you should say it now. While I’m still giving you a piece of my time, that is.” 

Nolan scoffed, a dark smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. “You know, I was having a hard time yesterday, with our asshole of a father being six feet underground and all. You ever wonder if he’s all bones down there or bones and a rock?” He paused when I gave him a dry look. “His heart, I mean. We 

both know it was hard as a fucking rock.” 

My nostrils flared and I pinched the bridge of my nose, my eyes shifting to the doors to see if Meadow was coming out already. If she wasn’t out in the next ten minutes, I’d go in there and get her out. 

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I was tired of this damn conversation. 

“You’re here with your wife, then?” he asked, dusting off invisible lint from his jacket. “Meadow?” 

My gaze narrowed into slits. “Who the fuck else would I be here with, Nolan?” 

He raised his hands in defense, something dark flashing in his eyes. “My bad. Anything to keep up the 

ruse, right?” 

My body stilled. For a moment, I didn’t say anything, or move. And it was at that moment I noticed the victorious, smug smile on his face. A smile that said I’d just confirmed it. 

I didn’t tell him that what Meadow and I had was an arrangement, but now he looked like he may have 

figured it out. 

But of course, I wasn’t going to make this easy for him. 

“What are you getting at?” I asked slowly, finally taking a step toward him. 

Usually, when my voice went low like that, Nolan would either take a step back or try to lighten the 

situation. But that wasn’t what he did. Instead, he took a step forward. 

“Do you love her?” 

What? “Nolan-” 

“Answer the damn question, Ric. Do you love her?” 

My throat tightened. Did I love Meadow? I wouldn’t go as far as that. 

But I respected her, adored her like the angel she was. She made me feel things I had never felt before. 

Hell, she made me FEEL her. 

If I were to answer my brother’s question honestly, I’d say I didn’t know. Because I couldn’t lie. Not about this. I genuinely didn’t know if I loved Meadow. 

But this was a different kind of situation, so I just avoided the question. “Not your damn business.” 

Nolan shoved out a breath, shaking his head. “So you don’t.” 

My jaw ticked. 

Nolan’s voice was still calm. “For a while, I thought she was just a gold digger, because there was no way you’d ever meet someone and marry her in such a short period of time. But then… you reacted to her touch, and it hit me that that was the main reason you married her–you know, apart from stopping our 

mother from grilling you about getting a wife or getting back together with Clarissa.” 

My fists curled, and I shot him a scowl. But before I could speak or deny anything, he continued. “I’m not stupid, Ric. And I am certainly not a fucking kid anymore. I’ve known for a while that your marriage isn’t 

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a regular one.” He tilted his head. “But I said nothing. Because I saw the way you two behaved around each other. And I saw that she made you happy… or at least fucking tolerable.” 

Something tugged at my chest. Nolan did know about it. 

He really knew, and he kept quiet about it. 

“Truthfully, I’m disappointed that you couldn’t trust me enough to tell me, but hey, that one’s my own fault, isn’t it? I was the one who fucked up when I-” 

“Don’t fucking finish that sentence!” I growled, stepping close enough to him that our foreheads were nearly touching. Nolan pushed at my chest, and I was caught so off guard that I stumbled. 

“Or what?” he bit back. “What are you going to do to me if I finish that sentence, Ric?” When I didn’t respond, he continued. “You see, that’s the problem with you. Always thinking you can make the problem go away with threats and fucking fists.” 

“You admitting to being the problem?” 

His jaw ticked. “No. I’m saying you’re the fucking problem. You think you know what’s best for everyone and you forget to think about what’s best for you.” He ran a hand through his hair. “I have tried and tried to make sense of it. To understand why the fuck you would want to be with the daughter of the man who killed our father, and the only reason I’ve been able to come up with is that you’re trying to punish 

yourself.” 

A tremor shot through me. 

Nolan’s sentence wasn’t even completely out of his mouth before I gripped him by the collar of his shirt and slammed him against the side of my car in one quick movement. 

However, Nolan didn’t take it like he always did. He pushed back, throwing his arm back before landing a 

punch on my jaw. 

And I… 

I felt it. 

I felt my brother’s hard punch on my face before my head shot to the side. I hadn’t felt his touch in nearly twenty years. But I felt this. 

For a moment, all I could do was cup my jaw and stare at him. I couldn’t feel my own hand on my face but I felt his. I was too stunned to even say anything, until Nolan shot me a death glate, stepping back. 

“This isn’t like other times, Ric. I’m done just sitting there and letting you do whatever the fuck you want.” 

My jaw clenched. 

Maybe I fucking imagined it. Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I answered. “Sucks for you then, 

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because that’s all I’ve ever fucking wanted from you.” 

Nolan scoffed. “You know what I’ve always wanted? For you to be happy. If you wanted to forget what happened to our family and move on from it, I was ready to do that for you. But Meadow Russell? Scheiße,” he gritted out. “What the fuck, Ric?” 

“You’re in no position to speak to me like that, Nolan,” I growled. I swiped my thumb along my lower lip, and when I pulled it back, I saw blood. I didn’t feel the pain, but I felt Nolan’s fist. 

I was fucking sure of that. 

“Neither are you in any position to scold me after marrying the fucking enemy.” 

Something hot flashed behind my eyes. He had no fucking right to judge Meadow. “Shut the fuck up,” I 

said through my teeth. “You know nothing about Meadow.” 

“Oh, I think I know enough, Alaric.” Nolan took a step closer, his fists clenched at his sides. “Her father killed ours, and that’s all I need to fucking know about her.” 

The sound was so faint, I would’ve missed it if not for the quiet tension between me and Nolan. 

A soft gasp. An unmistakable sound from my wife. 

Both our heads jerked toward the direction of her voice, and when Meadow stepped out of the darkness, 

my heart fell into my stomach. 

“Alaric?” 

Fallen

Fallen

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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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