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CHAPTER 0140 

Meadow’s POV: 

“Your ex–boyfriend here doesn’t realize exactly how screwed he is, baby,” Alaric murmured, pushing his foot down harder against Tyler’s chest. “You tried to assault my wife right after you played in her face, you called her on the phone and threatened her… if only you knew how close to death you were that night, Cross. You can ask Meadow. I bent her over my desk and she asked me to punish her instead.” 

I froze. He was referring to the night he whipped me with his belt. Alaric didn’t glance at me before he continued, something dark lacing his tone. “And I did. I punished her in place of you. And I’m not saying I didn’t fucking enjoy it, but the fact that she took a punishment for your undeserving ass made me want to end you even more.” 

My throat thickened and I rose to my feet. Alaric looked at me then, something dark and lustful in his gaze as he scraped it over my body before refocusing on Tyler. 

“But you treating Meadow like shit wasn’t the only reason I wanted to destroy you.” 

Tyler’s jaw clenched, but he didn’t say a word, or fight–I mean, how could he? He was completely under his 

mercy. 

“I watched you for months before I had you promoted to be my assistant, and you see, Cross, I knew you had been stealing from me.” 

Tyler froze. 

And so did I. 

Tyler was leading the sales department when we were together, and his job seemed like an honest one- although I never questioned when he got a car completely outside his budget and seemed to be putting more money into investments–investments that were failing. 

Which was fucking ironic if you thought about it, because this company was majorly an investment company. 

“What?” I breathed. 

“No,” Tyler started. “No, no, sir. I wasn’t. I swear-” 

“You can lie all you want but I have valid proof. And not to mention, the stunt you pulled last time when you made that unauthorized transaction.” 

My brows drew together in confusion. I had no idea what he was talking about. 

“But that… that wasn’t me-” Tyler tried to protest. 

“But it could be. Easily,” Alaric cut in sharply, taking his foot off his chest and crouching down. “I don’t think you understand where I’m coming from, Cross. You have no power, no integrity, lately, you’ve been turning into quite the gambler, your girlfriend certainly doesn’t love you as much as you think she does, you’re a liar and a thief, and I can make sure that you’re never hired by a reputable company ever again.” 

Sweat broke out profusely on Tyler’s face. Alaric pulled him up by the collar of his shirt so he was now sitting up. 

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“Sir, please,” Tyler begged. 

“So now you can beg?” Alatte murmured with a chuckle. “You were ready to quit just a few minutes ago, weren’t you? And in your own words, ‘you don’t own the ‘Well, guess what, bastard? I do. Everything you are is because of me, and everything you will be from the moment you walk out of this office will still be because of me.” He turned to face me. “It’s about time we informed the police about his criminal activities, don’t you think so, baby?” 

Before I could answer, Tyler started shaking his head profusely. “No. No, please. I never meant to harm anymore. Please, don’t have me arrested. Meadow.” He turned to look at me, crocodile tears in his eyes. “Tell him, please. I never meant to hurt you. You know that.” 

“No,” I answered firmly. “I don’t. You deserve to go to jail, Tyler. For everything that you’ve done, both to me and this company.” My lips curled downward in a sneer. “You’re disgusting, and disgraceful” 

Alaric had already released him, and now, Tyler scrambled to his knees. “Meadow, I’m sorry- 

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“You’re not,” Alaric said. “You just realized how serious things are and you’re trying to see if you can rectify the situation. But you can’t.” His gaze narrowed. “You fucking can’t.” 

Tyler’s shoulders fell, and a sensation fluttered in my chest. One of pride. One that was very elated seeing Tyler being brought to his knees and turned into a mushy, begging, bloodied mess. 

“Or…” Alaric hummed thoughtfully. “There is something you can do for me actually.” 

“Anything!” he replied desperately. “I’ll do anything, sir-” 

“Of course, you will,” Alaric said flatly. A laughter I couldn’t hold back escaped my mouth. “You see, you don’t have a choice,” he finished. 

My gaze met Alaric’s, and he smirked at me, rolling the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows. Heat fluttered in my stomach. It was as though it was happening in slow motion–the reveal of his tattooed arm. 

I would never get used to that. 

“Get up, Cross,” Alaric murmured, his jaw ticking in annoyance as Tyler rose to his feet. “Get over to that chair and fucking sit on it.” He gestured to the seat in front of his mahogany desk. 

Tyler hesitated for a second before he made his way over to the chair. 

And then he sat down. 

My brows were furrowed in confusion. What on earth was Alaric doing? 

He stepped toward me then, his feet heavy against the floor while Tyler backed us in the chair. 

“Alaric,” I whispered. “What are you–Oh!” I gasped when he pulled me against him. 

But he didn’t kiss me. He just stared at me, his throat bobbing as he swallowed thickly, his eyes filled with an emotion I couldn’t decipher at the moment. His touch was gentle and featherlike as he pushed my hair away from my face. 

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“Fuck, baby…” he rasped. “I’m going to need you to trust me for this next part. Can you?” 

Although I was still confused as hell, I nodded, no hesitation in my tone. “I already trust you. You know that. B- but… what are you going to do with Tyler?” 

Alaric looked past me to where Tyler sat in front of his desk, defeated. And when he looked back at me, the expression on his face had changed. No, not changed. Intensified. It was darker now. Hungrier. 

He walked backward toward the desk, not taking his eyes off me. Something about them said “just trust me.” 

So I did. 

I watched as Alaric settled down into the chair across from Tyler. For a moment, his gaze shifted from me to him, and he tilted his head at my ex–boyfriend, the corner of his lips pulling up into a dark smirk. 

“Come here,” he finally murmured, his voice deep and rich with lust and anger. I instantly knew that he was talking to me, and I didn’t hesitate to move even though my heart was pounding hard against my ribcage. 

And when I got to. Alaric’s desk, his gaze burned through me, like he was trying to see beneath my dress- which I had no doubt he was. He scraped his teeth along his bottom lip. And then, 

“Take off your dress, Meadow.” 

All the air left my lungs. “What…Why?” 

I knew he’d told me to trust him, but this… this couldn’t… 

Alaric wouldn’t do that. Would he? 

Behind me, I could feel Tyler tense. But he didn’t say a word. My breathing was shallow. 

Alaric leaned back into his seat, giving a half–hearted shrug, although the dark look in his eyes resembled a warning. 

“Because your ex is watching, of course,” he replied like it was the most normal thing in the world to say. “And I want him to see what he lost.” 

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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.

 

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