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CHAPTER 0136

Alaric’s POV:

This wasn’t how I wanted Tyler to find out that I was married to Meadow–the woman he mistreated.

But fucking hell, this was way better than I thought it would be.

Perfect.

The expression on Cross’s face as he froze, his hand in the air—the same hand that was about to hit my wife, the way his jaw dropped open… it was all worth it. Every single thing we had been doing up to this moment. Fucking worth it.

“Sir…” he breathed, brows pulling together in confusion. “This is-”

“My wife. And like I just said–if you so much as lay a finger on her, I’ll do a whole lot more than just caressing your little finger with an empty bottle of bourbon.” Just for impact, I let my gaze drop to the bandage wrapped around his pinkie finger–the one I nearly broke the other day.

Tyler swallowed, a look of bewilderment on his face as he retracted his hand. If he was bewildered by just this, then he had no fucking idea what was coming.

He put his hands on her.

“I don’t… I don’t understand what’s going on here,” he stuttered.

My gaze shifted to Meadow who looked ethereal in a sundress and heels, her hair pulled back into a ponytail. It had been a while since I saw her all dressed up like this. It was almost as if she was regaining her lost confidence.

Her eyes met mine, filled with an emotion I couldn’t decipher for a moment–although, hope flashed in them for a second as she swallowed.

“Come here, baby,” I murmured, reaching a hand out to her. Tyler’s eyes widened more and more with every second that passed by.

Like he was trying to put the pieces together.

Or like he was only realizing just how fucked he was. I was going to end it all today. Going to give that fucker every single thing he deserved.

Meadow didn’t hesitate. She stepped toward me, her movements were steady, but her breaths were shaky. I had no idea why she came all the way here to see me, but for now, I was fine with not knowing.

“Are you feeling okay?” I muttered so only she could hear. Meadow wrapped her fingers around mine, swallowing again before she nodded. “Yeah.” A shiver shot down my spine at the feel of her warm fingers.

I fucking missed it. I wasn’t sure I could’ve survived another day without her touch.

“Did he hurt you?”

She smiled then–nothing too wide. Just a slight curve of her lips. “Almost. But I held my own.” Her gaze

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dropped to my mouth. “Told you I could handle myself.”

A smirk tugged at the corner of my mouth. “Never doubted you for a second. I’m proud of you, doe.”

Meadow’s eyes lit up then, and she shoved out a breath before reaching for the back of my head and pulling my face down to hers.

However, my lips only grazed hers before the fucker’s voice cut through our little bubble.

“Somebody better tell me what the fuck is going on here or I’ll-”

“You will what, Cross?” I asked, turning to face him, but not before placing a kiss on Meadow’s forehead. Slowly, I stepped toward him. His fists were balled up at his sides, his face all red with anger and confusion. “If you’re planning on threatening me, I’m going to promise you right now that that will not bode well for you. Ever.”

I took another step forward and he took one back, his eyes darting between me and Meadow–who was now behind me. “What the fuck…”

“I’ll just cut to the chase,” I muttered, smirking at him. “Initially, my plan was to just ruin your life. Make you pay for hurting my wife. But then… you tried to defile her, and you would’ve if I hadn’t shown up at that piece of shit you called an apartment and stopped it from happening.”

Sweat broke out on his face as his eyes widened. “You… that was-

“Yes, Cross. That was me. You were nearly blind from the amount of drugs that you took, but yes, that was me that night. I took your little girlfriend away.” I cracked my fingers, and then raised a fist so I could examine my knuckles. They didn’t look too bad–which meant I could hurt him as much as I wanted without worrying about getting injured in front of Meadow. “And all of a sudden, I didn’t just want to ruin you.” I clenched my jaw, continuing. “I just wanted to fucking kill you.”

Behind me, Meadow let out a soft gasp. I was half–expecting her to discourage me from doing what I was about to do, but at the same time, I hoped she wouldn’t.

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“It takes a lot for me to want to actually kill someone with my own two hands, but you…” My gaze narrowed. You made me the angriest I’d been in a long fucking while. But instead, I subjected myself to the torture of promoting an incompetent bastard like you to be my assistant. I mean, hell, I gave you the job before you went and violated my wife, but I still kept you as my assistant anyway.

Panic flared in Tyler’s eyes and he started to turn away but I stopped him. “Take another step toward the elevator and you’ll be dead in less than an hour.“.

Meadow gasped. “Alaric—”

Fuck. I was so fucking close.

“Go wait in my office if you want, baby. But there’s nothing you can do to stop me.” My eyes remained narrowed at Tyler as I spoke. “I will not allow you feel empathy for him when he doesn’t feel anything but hatred for you.”

Tension grew between me and Meadow, and I expected her to fire back at me, but she didn’t. Instead, I only heard the sound of her heels against the floor as she started to walk away.

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“No, no, Meadow, please!”

Tyler’s desperate, rushed tone surprised me. And I suppose it surprised Meadow as well, because the sound of her heels suddenly stopped.

His eyes were wide, already beginning to tear up.

Oh, he knew he was in deep shit. He fucking knew.

“I swear, I didn’t know you were his wife. If I had known, I wouldn’t have-”

“Tried to rape me?” Meadow’s cold voice cut him short. I froze. I had heard her sound cold before. But not this cold. There was no single emotion in her tone.

“N–no,” he stuttered, his throat bobbing. “I swear, that was all your sister. Everything, every plan was hers. She just asked me to-”

I landed a punch on his jaw before he could even finish that sentence. Tyler grunted in pain as he doubled over. Fuck!” he cursed. The click of Meadow’s heels resumed, but this time, she was heading toward us.

“Throwing your partner under the boss?” She asked, clicking her tongue. “That’s not a very nice thing to do, Tyler.”

“Meadow,” he breathed. “Please, I—”

“Get on your knees.”

That command wasn’t directed at me, but hell if I didn’t want to drop to my fucking knees and do whatever she asked of me. Warmth spread throughout my entire body as blood rushed to my cock.

Fucking sexy and insanely beautiful–that’s what she was.

His brows furrowed, gaze darting from Meadow to me and back to her. “What?”

“On your fucking knees, Tyler. Now!” 1

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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.