Fallen 108

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CHAPTER 0108

Meadow’s POV:

I hadn’t spoken to my father in years. Juniper and I were only ten years old when he was arrested on the counts of embezzlement and murder. I never liked to think about it.

When the detectives had asked me if my father was capable of murder, my answer was yes. Because he was capable. He was cruel and mean–especially to me.

I had no idea who he killed, and frankly, I didn’t care. I was just happy that I didn’t have to live with him anymore. Not that my mother was any better.

One less devil was enough.

And now, that devil was trying to reach out to me.

And Alaric was so determined to find out who it was. While Doctor Kent worked on me, checking my temperature and whatnot, Nova stood beside the bed, occasionally squeezing my fingers.

But Alaric? He stood at the threshold, sleeves folded now, hands in his pockets, top three buttons undone. And he never took his eyes off me.

Not once.

I couldn’t read the expression on his face, but his gaze was dark, his jaw clenched. Was he pissed at me for not speaking up or pissed at me for hiding my phone from him?

“You’ve got a high fever,” Kent said, after a few minutes of doing a check up. “Add to that an extreme headache and cramps? Your body’s just shutting down because you’re overworking it.”

“I’m not overworking my body,” I said nervously.

Kent smirked, and I noticed the way his eyes twinkled with mischief. “So you haven’t been engaging in… honeymoon activities?”

“Kent,” Alaric snapped as heat crept up my neck. Nova choked out a laugh and I shot her a glare. We never even went on a honeymoon. People don’t go on honeymoons for transactional marriages, do they?

“Overstepping,” Kent murmured, amusement lacing his tone. “Got it.” He reached for his bag, searching for something in it. “Rest, take a lot of fluids, and I’ll write you a prescription to get rid of the flu. But for now, take these for the pain.”

I was barely even listening. I was too busy holding my breath, wondering what Alaric was going to do. Because I knew he wouldn’t let it go.

He went and got some water for me to take the pills with. I was so tired, it took me a full minute to sit up and sip from the glass. As I drank, I glanced at him over the rim of the glass. Concern flooded his eyes,

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and that was when I realized that he wasn’t pissed at me. He was just worried.

The doctor droned on some more and then Alaric escorted him out.

“You’re gonna be okay,” Nova whispered to me as she gently combed her fingers through my hair. It was making me sleepy.

I didn’t want to fall asleep. Alaric would take my phone away.

But I had no control over my already exhausted body. I eventually drifted into sleep. And when I slept, I had a dream.

“Worthless little bitch,” a very familiar deep voice seeped in through my ears. “All the money I spend is wasted on you.”

My lips quivered.

I was eight years old again, locked in my room after Juni had tricked me into giving her my food. She said she only wanted a spoonful of rice, but when no one was looking, she pushed my plate down onto the floor, knowing Dad and Mom would be upset with me.

They were always upset with me, even when I didn’t do anything. Even when Juni did something bad, it was me they yelled at.

“I’m sorry, daddy. It was a mistake.” My voice was tiny, and a gasp escaped my throat when he pushed the door to my room open and lunged for me.

“You will be sorry, Meadow,” he bit out. “I’ll make sure of it.” And then he raised his hand to hit me.

“No!” I gasped, shooting up in bed.

My heart was slamming hard against my ribcage, my breathing so loud I could barely hear Alaric’s voice as he spoke to me.

“Hey, hey, I’m here.” He pulled me into his arms and I wrapped my arms around his bare torso, sobbing into his chest. “I’m here, baby. It was just a nightmare.”

I shook my head fiercely. “But it wasn’t.” I could barely recognize my own voice.

“What?”

He pulled back to look at me. We were both in my bed, and the only light on was the bedside lamp on his side of the bed. We had to be far into the night now.

My lips quivered as his hand cradled my cheek. “It… it wasn’t just a nightmare, Alaric. It happened.”

Alaric brows drew together like he was confused. “What happened?”

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His voice was so deep, so calming, and yet, my heart was still beating faster than I could count.

I stopped having these damn nightmares a long time ago. And now, they were back, all because the man I hated the most had tried to contact me from prison.

I didn’t answer at first. I just buried my head into his chest again–his warm, firm skin. Alaric pressed a kiss to the top of my head and a shiver racked my body.

“Your fever’s better,” he murmured.

I didn’t feel as weak as I did before I fell asleep.

Fell asleep.

All of a sudden, realization hit me. I had fallen asleep with my phone under my pillow. I pulled away from

Alaric, reaching for the pillow. And when I snatched it away…

It was still there.

Confused, my gaze shifted to Alaric. “Alaric…”

His jaw clenched. “I didn’t take it, Meadow.” He sighed.

I expected a wave of relief to wash over me at that fact, but it didn’t. It was as if some part of me had… wanted him to take my phone, to trace the call and then figure out that my father was in prison.

I didn’t want to have to tell him.

“Come here,” he murmured, lying back down on the bed and pulling me against him. And a few minutes of silence passed before he spoke again. “You know I’ll always protect you, right? From everything and everyone who would ever want to harm you.”

My throat thickened. I didn’t look up at him even though I wanted to. My head just remained on his chest.

“I know,” I answered truthfully.

“Good girl,” he praised. “But… I can’t protect you if I don’t know what exactly I’m protecting you from.”

I let out a shaky breath.

“I could’ve taken your phone if I wanted to, but I didn’t. You know why?”

Slowly, I shook my head. “No.”

“It’s because I wanted you to tell me yourself,” he whispered. “I don’t want to have to steal information from you when all I want is for you to trust me.”

I looked up at him then. His eyes were filled with an emotion I couldn’t decipher. His throat bobbed as he swallowed.

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CHAPTER 0108

“Do you trust me. Meadow7”

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

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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.