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CHAPTER 0102 

Meadow’s POV: 

I may have held back on getting to know Alaric any further tonight, but I wasn’t going to let go of the matter with Clarissa. 

I was going to find a way to ask him about her without raising any suspicions. 

After he fucked me on my vanity table, he kissed me one last time, and then went downstairs to get some 

food warm for both of us. 

I took a quick shower and got dressed in a tank top and a pair of shorts–he seemed to love it when I wore that–and then I went down the stairs to the kitchen where he was already setting up our plates and a 

bottle of wine. 

I nearly melted at the sight. Alaric had changed into a pair of sweatpants but he was still shirtless. And the pants hung low on his hips. 

My mouth watered again. I couldn’t imagine I had been missing all of that pleasure while I was still a virgin. However, if there was anything I was relieved about, it was the fact that Alaric got to disvirgin me. 

I was glad I gave that part of me to him. There was no one else I could imagine who would’ve- 

“I can feel your eyes boring into my back, Meadow,” Alaric murmured, amusement lacing his tone as he 

turned around to face me. 

I shrugged, even as heat crept up my neck. “It’s a nice back.” 

He arched a perfect brow at me, smirking as his eyes did a not–so–subtle sweep of my body. I swear I was completely sore, but looking at this man made me want to go again and again and again. 

Those piercings on his cock made our sex feel all the more pleasurable and epic. Although I could never stop wondering how it felt to get them, since he couldn’t… you know, feel anything. 

He tilted his head. “Come here.” 

Come. 

Here. 

Those two words were very simple, but when put together… When HE put them together, it felt like he was casting a spell on me. My feet moved before my brain could even catch up. 

But those words didn’t compare to what he had called me when he was fucking me upstairs. 

‘Seelenflamme.‘ 

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The word had not stopped echoing in my mind. Alaric had quite literally called me his soul flame, and not only that, but he had told me he was terrified that I would leave since there was no time clause in the 

contract. 

Although, I had to be frank. It was a relief to hear that. To know that the contract I signed was not a trap even though it was an oversight on my part to not even ask about it. 

I was careless. Blinded by my need to have him, overwhelmed with the way he treated–and still treats- me. No one had ever made me feel like I actually mattered. Like I MORE THAN mattered. 

I wasn’t even sure anyone would ever treat me that way except for him. 

Alaric let out a sigh of relief when I walked into his arms. He wrapped his big arms around me and I buried my face into his chest. 

“Tell me what you’re thinking,” he murmured into my hair. 

A nervous chuckle escaped me and I trailed my hands across his chest, raising my head to look at him. My breath caught in my throat. It was as though that moment we shared upstairs had made something in him go soft. Vulnerable. 

I could see why he’d be scared of completely opening up to me. Hell, I was scared of opening up to him too. I was no saint. I had done things that… 

I had done questionable things. Things that if I ever told anyone about them, they’d understand why my sister was so cruel to me–even if she did go overboard sometimes. 

But I wasn’t Alaric. And Alaric wasn’t me. I didn’t know what he had done, and maybe it was okay. Maybe I could live with that so I wouldn’t feel guilty about not opening up too. 

Seeing Alaric this vulnerable–even though it was just a little–already tugged at my chest. 

“It’s just… been an eventful day, I guess,” I whispered, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I’m also wondering what you’re going to do to that waiter.” 

Alaric chuckled. “Nothing he doesn’t deserve. But if you must know, I’m not going to kill him.” He stroked my cheek with his thumb. “I’m not a monster, Meadow. Ruthless and tactful, maybe. But no monster.” 

I feigned a frown, chewing on my bottom lip. “That’s a disappointment. I was kinda hoping you were. There’s something appealing about fucking a sexy man with blood on his hands.” 

I was joking about that, but the way Alaric froze let me know that I definitely should not have said that. His eyes flashed, jaw clenching. 

“Alaric, I didn’t…” 

But I trailed off, because just as quickly as the darkness appeared in his eyes, it disappeared like it was 

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never there. 

What the hell was that? 

I swallowed as he lifted me into his arms and dropped me on the counter. But before I could say anything else, he captured my lips with his in a soft kiss. I melted against him, moaning into his mouth. And I was just starting to reach for his hair when he pulled away, amusement swirling in those beautiful ink–blue 

eyes. 

And then he spoke. “One question.” 

My brows drew together in confusion. “What?” 

“I know you’re dying to ask me questions, baby. And right now, I’m giving you the chance to ask just one.” 

His teeth scraped over his bottom lip lightly. “Just one, Meadow. I need you to choose wisely.” 

My cheeks heated. “That’s not fair, I have so many questions I need to—” 

“Just one, baby girl. Whatever it is…” His jaw clenched and I knew that this was difficult for him to say. “… 

and I mean whatever. I’ll answer it honestly.” 

Something tugged at my heart. “Honestly?” And then I quickly realized my mistake, shaking my head.” Wait, no, no. That wasn’t a question.” I was scared that I’d just missed my chance. 

Alaric let out an amused breath, probably remembering the same incident I was. The day after we’d met, on our way back home in his private jet, he had given me this same opportunity, and I blew it. 

He took my hand in his and raised it to his mouth, and then he kissed my knuckles. My eyelids fluttered.” Go ahead, baby. I’ll be honest.” 

I took a deep breath, looking away from his eyes as I thought about what I was going to ask. 

There were so many things I wanted to know. Who was he? What was it that Nolan did to him that made their relationship slightly strained? Why did he stalk me for so long before actually coming to meet me? What had happened to make him suddenly lose his sense of touch? 

But for some reason, I didn’t ask any of those. They didn’t exactly feel right to me. And all those were personal questions that would make me feel guilty for not opening up as well. 

So many questions I wanted to ask, so many I was afraid of knowing the answers to. 

I shook my head, not knowing what to say, and I was about to open my mouth when something suddenly hit me. 

A question I could ask him to know just how… honest he was going to be with me. 

I swallowed, cupping Alaric’s face in my hand, watching the way he stared at me with an expression I couldn’t exactly decipher. 

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“Alaric…” I breathed. 

He nodded, his throat bobbing like he was afraid of what I would ask. 

“Did… did someone convince you… No.” I shook my head. “WHO convinced you to release Juniper?” 1 

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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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