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CHAPTER 0148

Alaric’s POV:

(One Month Later)

One month.

Thirty days.

Over seven hundred hours.

That was how long it had been since I last spoke to Meadow, touched her, kissed her, held her… I was losing my fucking mind.

‘Thud.‘

I couldn’t do it anymore. Couldn’t live without her, couldn’t fucking function without her.

‘Thud.‘ My fist connected with my diamond–studded punching bag again and again and again until I

was satisfied.

However, I was never fucking satisfied. I didn’t feel the pain–only the pressure. I watched my knuckles carefully to see if they would break: I didn’t want to let myself get carried away.

I only caused enough damage to be able to treat with my first aid box. The diamonds had already turned reddish, stained with my blood. And yet, I wasn’t ready to stop.

I needed her.

‘Thud.‘

But I broke her.

‘Another thud.‘

I didn’t deserve her. I did something that was unforgiveable–so our relationship was doomed either way. If Meadow found out what I did, I wasn’t sure what she would do to me.

But one thing I was sure of was that she would leave me. But that had already happened. She had already left me.

And there was nothing that I could do except pine after her.

I ran a hand through my hair, frustrated.

This wasn’t even fucking working. No matter how hard and what I did to distract myself, I couldn’t get her off my mind. And the more I thought about Meadow, the more I wanted to yank her out of

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that apartment she got for herself and bring her back to the house.

But I couldn’t.

For my own sanity, Alaric.‘

Those were the words that she had said to me. And letting her stay would’ve been fucking selfish of me. I couldn’t tell Meadow I loved her when I was still keeping secrets from her.

Just one secret. But it carried the weight of a thousand more secrets.

“Fuck!” I growled, driving my fist into the punching bag one last time. I heard the unmistakable sound of the bones of my fingers cracking, and I froze.

Raised my fist to my face. Yeah, fucking messed up. Meadow would be so disappointed if she saw me

like this.

But maybe… maybe it was for the best. Maybe I needed her to see me as someone who would never get better. I didn’t tell Meadow that I’d felt the desk and had started to feel things whenever I was around her letting my guard down. Because if I had told her, she wouldn’t have left.

I was fucking sure of it. She’d have taken that as some kind of sign and made it her mission to help me regain my sense of touch.

And I couldn’t have that, so I never told her.

Clenching my jaw, I walked out of the gym and into the kitchen to fetch the first aid box, stopping in my tracks when I noticed a familiar figure sitting at the counter, a half–filled glass and bottle of wine in front of her.

A wave of annoyance rolled over me.

“What on earth are you doing here, Mutti?” I asked. “I specifically asked to not be disturbed.”

“Well, you wouldn’t let me see you at the office so I had to force my way in here somehow. Luckily, you were…” She turned then to face me, her eyes widening in horror as her gaze dropped to my fists. “…busy,”

Resisting the urge to roll my eyes at her, I went for the first aid box, dropping it on the counter. “ Don’t worry, it doesn’t hurt.”

My mother looked away, raising the glass to her lips. And when I thought she was only going to take a little sip, she downed the entire thing in one go.

And then she let out a soft chuckle. “Telling me not to worry is like sentencing me to death, mein herz. I can’t just… not worry. You’re my son.‘

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I shook my head, jaw ticking as I poured some solution on my fist, holding it over the sink. Something about watching my blood wash away felt a little satisfying. “What do you want?”

“I heard what happened… and I’ve been so worried about you, especially since you wouldn’t pick my

calls.”

I raised a brow at her. “Really?” I scoffed. “Or are you just elated because the woman you detest is gone and you can go back to forcing Clarissa on me. And I’m just giving you a fair warning, Mutti. If you try that, I’m done with you.”

A gasp escaped her mouth. “Alaric!”

I shot her a glare. “Do you have any fucking idea what she did, Mutti? Are you aware that she stole from me? From the company?”

“She what?”

Ingrid seemed genuinely confused. So maybe, she had no idea what Clarissa did. Of course, she didn’t. Of course, Clarissa wouldn’t tell my mother that she was a fucking blackmailer, and a thief.

Slowly, I started to wrap the bandage around my hand.

“Yeah. Can you believe it?” My mutter was sarcastic.

“You are not making any sense-

“She blackmailed my assistant–the fucking weakling that he is–to approve a payment, also impersonating the real company, practically trying to pull a scam all because she wanted to make me come to her fucking opening.”

The opening was this weekend, but I wasn’t going.

My mother was speechless.

The corner of my lips pulled up in a smirk. “But it’s alright, Mutti. She’ll be dealing with my lawyers real soon.” I looked away. “Not very… fillial of her, is it? You know, since you see her as your daughter -in–law? As family?”

Clarissa did not see that lawsuit coming. She thought I was going to succumb to her wishes and show up at her opening after she stole from me.

I wasn’t going to get into the details, but… I definitely wasn’t a person of interest to her anymore. Needless to say–she hated me, and she’d be starting that business with a hell of a loss.

“She stole from you?” My mother’s brows were furrowed. I didn’t respond, I only went to work wrapping my right hand with a bandage.

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Or trying to. I was fucking distracted.

“Here,” she said softly, jumping down from the counter. “Let me help you.”

I didn’t decline. I just leaned back against the counter as she walked toward me, her blonde hair wrapped in a high messy bun.

“Scheiße,” she cursed when she took my hand in hers. “I hate this so much. I hate that you have to go through this, Mein Herz.” She looked up at me, shaking my head. “Is it because of her? Do you love her?”

I looked away and she took that as an answer, inhaling deeply. And with an exhale, he asked: “Then why did you let her leave?”

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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.