Fallen 103

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Meadow’s POV:

The moment I asked that question, the atmosphere shifted. Alaric looked away from me, his body tensing, his jaw clenching even harder.

I knew why I chose this question. Because there really was no way for Alaric to avoid the truth. Maybe I

was being manipulative, but I needed to know. This was the only way I would know if Alaric did get

drunk with Clarissa like she had claimed.

Like I said, I was going to find a way to ask. And now, the opportunity had simply presented itself.

“Alaric?” I pressed again, my voice quieter this time.

He pushed away from the counter. From me. And I instantly knew that whatever was going to come out of his mouth next was going to be a lie.

“You did.”

My stomach fell, my voice shaking as I replied: “You’re lying.”

“Meadow-”

“No,” I snapped, jumping down from the counter. I stumbled, but Alaric was quick to catch me before I could fall. “You said you were going to answer honestly.”

He ran a hand through my hair, his eyes unfocused but hard. How could he lie so easily after he said he was going to be honest with me?

“And I just did,” he muttered. “I let her go because I knew it was what you wanted.” He stepped back. “We should eat before the food gets cold again.”

“Bullshit,” I scoffed. Alaric arched a brow. I stepped close to him again. “The night before you left for Vegas, you were angry. So angry, you practically called me a slut!”

His eyes softened slightly. “Look…” Alaric started to reach for me, but I stepped back. Because all of a sudden, I didn’t want to be near him anymore. I didn’t want him to touch me.

Because if he touched me, I would melt. And I would listen to what he had to say and it would deter me from my own focus.

That was how much influence Alaric Ashford had on me.

I crossed my arms in front of my chest, hating that I was bringing this up when he had already

apologized for it. But this was very necessary. “You made it very clear that you were not going to let her go, Alaric.”

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My chest was clogged and I struggled to breathe. “You said I was going to have to give you more than a… a ‘mediocre‘ blowjob if I wanted you to release her.” My voice cracked.

Alaric’s eyes fell shut and he ran a hand through his hair. But he didn’t say a word. This was destroying him, but instead of speaking, he would rather let it stew inside of him.

“So excuse me for not believing that you would’ve let her go after saying all those things to me.” I shook my head, blinking back unshed tears. “I want to know why you let her go, Alaric, because obviously it

wasn’t because I asked.”

Alaric’s jaw flexed. “And what if it was?” He asked calmly. “I told you how it broke me to say those things to you. That I wanted to hurt you.” He took a step closer and I took one backward. “So what if I just let her go after that because I felt fucking terrible?”

I raised my chin. “I know you didn’t.”

“Why would you-”

“Because, Alaric, if that’s really what you did, then you wouldn’t be asking what–ifs,” I gritted out.

I was getting agitated. But who wouldn’t? Why wouldn’t I get agitated when I knew that Alaric would rather lie to me than mention Clarissa’s name or say something–anything–to discredit what she said?

He ran his palm over his jaw. “Since you’re so certain someone convinced me to let her go, who do you

think did?”

I froze. 1

For a moment, I just… stood there, watching Alaric.

I didn’t have an answer. I mean, I did have one, but how was I supposed to say it? How was I supposed to-

“What happened between you and Clarissa?” The words flew out of my mouth before I even realized that I

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I didn’t know what else to do. My mind was all over the place, and the lies… God, I wanted to catch him in

it. And I wanted him to know that I had caught him.

There was no way to prove that someone convinced him to let my sister go–let alone Clarissa. So maybe …maybe this was the next best step.

I wasn’t going down without a fight.

Alaric narrowed his eyes. “What?”

I swallowed. “What caused your break up?”

He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Meadow, I said one-”

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“And you refused to answer, Alaric. You successfully diverted the answer. So I have to ask another one. What’s the true reason you broke up?”

His jaw flexed as he looked away. “That doesn’t matter.”

My stomach twisted, my nostrils flaring. “What do you mean it doesn’t matter? You promised you were

going to answer honestly.”

Something flashed in his eyes when he finally looked back at me. And then he stepped toward me again,

this time trapping me between his body and the counter.

I couldn’t breathe.

I hated that he was this close, his body touching mine, his gaze directly on mine. That would not do any

good in this conversation.

“I know,” he leaned in, brushing his lips against mine even though his tone was clipped. “But not every

answer is going to be one you like.”

He was referring to my first question. My heart hammered against my ribcage and I pushed against his

chest. “That’s not an answer, Alaric. That is avoidance.”

He didn’t say a word, but I stood on the tips of my toes. “Alaric, please, just… answer one.”

Alaric exhaled sharply, shaking his head. His shoulders were tense. “Don’t do this, Meadow. Just stop.”

My brows furrowed. “Stop?” My voice cracked. “You’re the one who told me to ask a question. You’re the one who said you would answer honestly. Why say that if you know you won’t?”

His jaw clenched, and for a second, he closed his eyes. When he opened them, a chill ran down my spine.

His eyes were cold–as cold as they were the night I caught him with the diamond–studded punching bag. And I knew… I knew that this conversation was over.

“Careful, Meadow.”

I flinched at the edge in his voice, but he didn’t stop. “You think you want the truth, but you don’t. I already told you, some things are better left unsaid.” His jaw ticked hard.

His blue eyes were dark with fury, his chest heaving against mine. He wouldn’t step back. Why wouldn’t he step back?

Alaric continued in a lower tone, eyes softening slightly. “The only thing you need to know is this: whatever happened between me and Clarissa is OVER. Dead. She has no place in my life, or this marriage. I have you, Meadow. I have YOU.”

My lips parted.

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He thought this was just a case of insecurity. But that’s not what it wasn’t–I mean, maybe it was a part of it, but I just wanted him to come clean about this.

“That’s not…” I started, but trailed off, because I didn’t know what else to say.

A breath of relief escaped me the moment Alaric finally stepped back and away from me.

My vision blurred. “Alaric, I-”

He shoved out a breath. “There’s some work I need to do in my study. You can have dinner if you-”

“Save it,” I snapped, scowling at him. “I’m going to bed. It’s late anyway.”

The moment I brushed past Alaric, he inhaled sharply. “Meadow, wait.”

“Good night, Alaric.”

I didn’t wait.

Neither did he come after me.

Sara Lili

Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.

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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.