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Meadow’s POV:

My heart stopped beating.

I must not have heard that correctly. There was no way… no fucking way what Nolan just said was the

truth.

Forcing my legs to move forward and into the light, my brows drew together.

“Alaric, what… what is he saying?”

I wanted him to deny it. To at least tell me that Nolan didn’t know what he was saying. But the

expression on Alaric’s face told me that I wasn’t going to get anything of that sort from him. Or anything

at all, to be honest.

My gaze dropped to his bleeding lip. If this were any other situation, I would rush over to him so I could

look at the wound. But this wasn’t any other situation.

I just overheard my brother–in–law say that my father was responsible for their father’s death.

But that wasn’t possible.

It couldn’t be possible. Alaric said his father died twenty years ago. My father went to prison thirteen

years ago.

Yes, he was imprisoned on the grounds of manslaughter and embezzlement, but he didn’t…

No.

No, he didn’t. Not Alaric’s father.

My gaze shifted to Nolan, who was glaring at me like I had committed the worst sin on this earth.

“What are you saying, Nolan?” I asked him, since Alaric refused to say anything to me. My voice came out shaky, and when I clenched my fists, I could feel them shaking too.

Nolan scoffed, his nostrils flaring. “As if you don’t fucking know.”

I jerked back like he had slapped me, because honestly, that was how his words had made me feel.

“Know what?” I breathed, looking from Nolan to Alaric and back to Nolan. “Nolan, what the hell are you talking about? My father was jailed when I was ten years old. How does it make any…” I trailed off, confused.

For a moment, Nolan just watched me with a narrowed gaze, and then his eyes widened slowly, like he was just realizing something. “Heilige Scheiße….” ‘Holy fucking shit.‘ “You have no damn idea, do you?”

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“About what?” I gritted out impatiently, although the tone of my voice had nothing to do with the way I was feeling inside–like my heart was being yanked out of my chest.

Nolan opened his mouth to speak again but Alaric’s voice cut in. “Nolan,” he warned, voice deep and low.

My already wide, blurry eyes shot to his, and although Alaric’s jaw ticked, his eyes held something a little heavier. More painful. More heart–shattering.

Guilt.

But it was gone before I could even blink.

Keeping my eyes on Alaric’s, I lifted my chin and parted my lips. “Nolan, tell me.”

“Meadow, we can talk about this at the penthou-”

“Fine,” Nolan cut in coldly. “You want to know what I’m talking about? I’ll tell you. And then I’m going to leave you both here to deal with your bullshit because whatever this is? Whatever the hell’s about to happen here?” He gestured between Alaric and I. “I want no fucking part of it.”

“Nolan,” Alaric growled, starting to lunge for him. If Nolan had seen him coming, it would have been easier for him to dodge. But Alaric was too fast, and it happened all of a sudden.

He reared his arm back and punched his brother so hard I heard his jaw bone crack. “Alaric!” I screamed

just as Nolan grunted in pain.

“Fuck!” he cursed, doubling over.

Alaric grabbed him by his shirt and made a move to hit him again, but before he could, I spoke up. “Hit

him again and I’m leaving you.”

My voice was barely above a whisper, and I didn’t think before speaking. But at least it worked. Alaric froze, his entire body tensing up, fist halfway to Nolan’s face.

“What?”

My throat thickened, making it difficult for me to swallow. One of Alaric’s biggest fears was me leaving

him. He said so himself.

Something flashed in Alaric’s eyes.

“You can’t feel pain, Alaric,” I bit out. “But your brother can. And you just broke his jaw.”

Letting out a shaky exhale, I continued. “Let him go, Alaric. Let him go and talk to me.”

My eyes welled with unshed tears and I stepped closer, feeling a shiver rack my entire body and my legs

go weak. “Let him go and tell me that what he said isn’t true. That my father didn’t…”

I didn’t finish that sentence. I couldn’t bring myself to.

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Alaric’s nostrils flared, but he let his brother go. Nolan let out a dark chuckle, running a hand through his hair before he spat out blood. “Well, fuck,” he breathed. “That must be the hardest punch you’ve ever thrown at me, Ric.” He tilted his head at me. “Though not as hard as explaining to your wife how you’ve been playing her this entire time is going to feel like to her.”

A gasp escaped my throat.

There was so much I didn’t know. So much I couldn’t even begin to understand. But one thing was sure-

Alaric knew who I was. He knew who my father was, who my family was. Including Clarissa.

I was stupid.

I was so stupid.

My head spun as panic began to build so quickly in my chest. I tried to regulate my breathing before I’d

get a panic attack I wouldn’t know how to control.

“To put it plainly,” Nolan continued. “Yes, Meadow. Your father did kill ours. Last night, I was feeling a bit

… nostalgic, you know? Our father died twenty years ago and I felt like checking in on the man who was convicted for killing him.” He chuckled again.

“I never much cared before, but sometimes, all alcohol does is make you fucking care. For some reason, I wanted to do a check on the bastard, you know? See if he had any family. I wanted to see if they were doing better than we were. Or worse.” He scoffed. “I can’t believe I was only one internet search away from knowing your fucking roots, Meadow Russell.”

His jaw clenched and he sneered at me. I shook my head, feeling the heart that had already been yanked out being wrung so painfully. “Nolan, I didn’t know. I–I swear, I didn’t know my father was responsible for

“Well,” He shrugged. “Now you know. And I bet now you also know that my brother is the most strategic

person I have ever known, and you, my dear sister–in–law, have been fooled into thinking all he wants is to feel you.”

I turned to face Alaric, my heart pounding hard against my ribcage. Alaric ran a hand through his hair–it was the first time I was ever seeing him completely stunned and speechless, without any idea, any excuse to give. Anything at all to say.

The first tear slipped from my eye, and even though my gaze was on Alaric’s, I could see Nolan retreat to his car, but not before muttering a “Good luck, bro.”

For a long moment after his car sped off, Alaric and I just stared at each other. My throat was thick. Too

thick.

He stepped toward me slowly, and with every step he took forward, I took one back. My breathing was shallow, my body shaking. And it wasn’t long before my back was pressed against the car.

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“Meadow…”

“Stay back,” I breathed when he was a few feet away. “Stay away from me, Alaric.”

“Meadow, please, just hear me out.”

“I will,” I bit out, heaving a breath. “I will hear you out, Alaric. I’ll do anything you want, listen to what you

want to tell me, but I want to do that from a distance.” My bottom lip quivered. “I don’t want you coming

close to me. I don’t want you… I don’t want you touching me.”

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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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.