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CHAPTER 0163 

Meadow’s POV: 

Alaric didn’t stop touching me. Not even while he was driving. His large, firm hand remained on my thigh during the entire ride back. 

Feeling a sense of naughtiness overcome me, I took his hand and pulled it toward my core slowly. 

Alaric clicked his tongue, refusing to take his eyes off the road. “Baby,” he murmured darkly. “You don’t want to go down that road. I promise you.” 

“Why?” I whispered, biting my lip as I stared at his sharp jawline. “You scared you’ll get distracted and get us into an accident?” 

“Scared?” he scoffed. His jaw ticked, grip tightening around my thigh. “I know what you’re doing, Meadow” he said, and when he turned to glance at me, his eyes darkened with lust. “I’ll advise you to stop if you’re not ready to see it through.” 

A thrill shot through my core, but instead of pulling back, I decided to push even further. Spreading my thighs open, I pulled on his hand again. “Good thing I never listen to you, then.” 

Alaric growled, his jaw clenching harder as he turned to glance at me again with a narrowed gaze. We were almost home, but something told me Alaric wasn’t going to let my words slide. 

He proved me right when he yanked on my thigh, spreading it even wider. “Not enough,” he said smoothly, and then he raised my thigh and hooked it over his. So now I was halfway across the console with my thigh on top of his. “Better,” he murmured with satisfaction. 

My core throbbed with want as Alaric reached for my core, and then froze. 

“You don’t have panties on?” His voice was tight. 

He was surprised, and he had every single right to be. When Alaric agreed to take me back to the house to see the tether room, he asked me to get dressed–panties on, bra on, matching set preferably. He’d walked out of the apartment to give me space while waiting for me. 

I almost did it–Got dressed in matching underwear like he wanted–but after a few minutes of thinking, I decided not to. I decided to disobey him. 

I wanted him to get mad, annoyed. I wanted him to punish me. 

“No,” I whispered, watching him carefully. 

He retracted his hand, taking it up to his jaw and rubbing along the skin like he was trying to rein something in— his control, maybe, or his anger. He definitely looked angry. “Meadow,” he started, keeping his voice calm. “I thought I asked you to put on some underwear.” 

“You did,” I murmured, avoiding his stare. 

“So, why is your pussy bare, Meadow?” 

1/4 

A chill shot down my spine at the sound of his voice. It was heavily laced with lust, but his tone remained stern. 

His grip on the steering wheel tightened, and his hand found my thigh again, rubbing faint lines and circles along the skin. 

“I…I wanted you to punish me,” I admitted, shivering. “For being naughty.” 

Even though he wasn’t harsh with his tone, I still felt like I did something really wrong. A wave of guilt washed over me like I shouldn’t have tried to deliberately push him. 

Like I shouldn’t have even thought of disobeying him. But on the other hand, my core clenched continuously in anticipation of what he was going to do to me. 

“Wanted me to punish you,” he repeated softly, not sounding surprised at all by my answer. And then he glanced at me again just as he drove into the gates of his estate. “I know, baby. But I’ll go ahead and give you a fair warning.” He paused. “This isn’t going to be like other times. Are you aware of that?” 

Shaking my head, I answered: “No, I… what do you mean?” 

He pulled to a stop in front of the house, fingers still trailing along the skin of my thigh, dangerously close to my center. And then he turned to face me. 

Alaric’s eyes flashed. “Agreeing to go into the tether room with me comes with conditions… and rules.‘ 

He didn’t wait for me to ask what he was talking about before he continued. “The most important one being that you are to listen to everything I say, or else there will be consequences. Real ones.” 

My breath hitched. Alaric turned off the ignition, and then trained his dark gaze on me again. “Stay in and wait for me to open the door for you,” he finished, and then he pushed the door open and stepped out of the car. 

I didn’t dare move. My chest heaved with every single breath I took, and I watched Alaric turn around the front of the car to my side. He pulled the door open. 

I stared up innocently at him from underneath my lashes. “And what are the other rules?” 

He smirked. “You’ll find out in due time,” he muttered. And then he hooked one arm under my thighs and the other around my back right before lifting me up and out of the car. Something warm fluttered in my chest and I reached for his shoulders as he carried me into the house, planting a kiss on his jaw. 

His lips twitched. “You make this so difficult,” he said huskily. 

I arched a brow. “You mean easy?” 

His throat bobbed heavily, and when he looked down at me again, there was a look I couldn’t recognize in his face. “I can feel you through your clothes, baby. I can feel your fucking silk dress.” 

My throat clogged. “I figured,” I choked out. Neither of us had brought it up before, but I supposed it couldn’t be ignored for much longer. 

We were up the stairs now. “Maybe later I’ll dwell on the fact I can feel almost every fucking thing right now, but right now, I want to spend the entire night with you, owning your body the way I should’ve a long time ago.” 

2/4 

A gasp escaped my throat. Alaric lowered me so I was standing on my feet, and then he wrapped an arm around my waist and leaned in, claiming my lips with his over and over again. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pushing my body against his as I seeked friction. My thighs were soaking wet. I could feel my essence dripping slowly. 

I wanted him to touch me there again. 

But he didn’t. Because I hadn’t done what he said. Alaric’s hand drifted down to my ass, and he lifted the back of the dress, squeezing the flesh almost instantly as he rocked his lower half against mine. 

He swiped his tongue along my bottom lip, and just when I thought he was about to slide his tongue into my mouth, he pulled back, eyes darkening even further when they met mine. 

“I want you to go to your room and change into your underwear, baby,” he murmured slowly. “Can you do that for me?” 

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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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