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CHAPTER 0110 

Alaric’s POV: 

I’m not a good man.‘ 

That was what I kept chanting in my mind with every second that passed and every wave of guilt that washed over me. 

I was lying to her. Pretending as though I didn’t already know who her father was. As though I wasn’t the one who put him in prison. 

But hearing Meadow talk about the kind of person Clint Russell was made me want to kill him, to rid her of him for good. 

Meadow didn’t know love as a child, and it was all because of him. My father was also terrible, but at least, Nolan and I had our mother–even though she suffered a lot in place of us. 

The fact that Meadow blamed herself for how she was treated… it nearly ripped my heart out of my chest. 

All I wanted to know right now was why the fuck her father was trying to contact her from prison after all these years. And I would–later. 

But for now… 

“Still think it was your fault?” I asked after a moment of silence. She’d been drawing circles on my chest, yawning and sighing every now and then. It was like she was tired, but just couldn’t sleep. 

Meadow didn’t say anything at first. 

And then: “A few sweet words of comfort isn’t really going to change how I feel, Alaric,” she whispered. You know that.” 

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“And I also know that you shouldn’t have ever felt that way in the first place,” I murmured back. “Your parents failed you, Meadow.” I paused. “Fuck, if you weren’t sick, I’d spend the entire night proving to you just how deserving you are.” 

She shivered from those words. “Oh yeah?” she looked up at me, biting down lightly on her lip to conceal her smile. “How would you do that?” 

I would’ve taken her into the Tether room, tied her up just the way she liked and… 

Fucking hell. The things I wanted to do to this woman. My wife. 

I smirked, delivering a light spank to her ass. “Feel better first, and then we can talk about it.” 

She rolled her eyes at me, and for a moment, she stared at me with a light in her eyes. 

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But it wasn’t long before that light dimmed. 

I instantly knew what she was about to ask me even before she asked. “You know, there are other ways you can show me I’m deserving… of the truth, most especially.” 

My chest tightened and my brows furrowed as I pushed her hair away from her face. “What do you want to know?” 

She gave a slight shrug. “Tell me… about her. Clarissa.” 

She wanted to know why I broke up with her aunt. I hated talking about this. Fucking hated when something reminded me of this–which was one of the major reasons I hated that she was back. 

The years I transitioned from teenagehood to adulthood were undoubtedly the worst years of my life. And just when I thought I had the one person who made me feel a little bit whole… 

Meadow’s face fell and she heaved a sigh. “Just a few minutes ago, you wanted to know if I trusted you. And now, I’m asking you the same thing.” Her hand came up to cradle my face. “Do you trust me, Alaric?” 

“Without question.” My voice was hoarse. 

“Then, tell me,” she whispered. “What did she do to you?” 

I had no idea how much Clarissa had told Meadow. But she’d confessed about making her believe that we had been together in Vegas. There was no way I could fix that–except tell Meadow the truth. 

I swallowed. “She cheated.” 

Now that I said it out loud, it sounded like it was such a minor reason. As if keeping it to myself all this while hadn’t been for my best interest. But it was more than that. 

And I wasn’t done. “She… cheated on me with my brother.” 

Meadow shot up so fast, I was almost fully certain that the movement must’ve hurt her head. “What?” she 

breathed. “Nolan?” 

“The one and only,” I muttered, tightening my grip around her. 

“How… how could he…” 

I’d tried to tuck the memories in the back of my mind several times. But Nolan wouldn’t let me. In some 

twisted way, he hated me for not hating him. For not punishing him more than I already had. 

So I never forgot. And I told Meadow about it. Told her about how Clarissa and I had a little argument, and 

then I’d gone on a trip. And when I got back to the house earlier than I was supposed to, I saw Clarissa coming out of Nolan’s room–the evidence of their activity the night before all over her face and clothes. 

“I like to convince myself that Clarissa only used him. She’s older than him, after all, and he was only 

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eighteen. Barely a fucking adult.” I scoffed. “But Nolan knew exactly what the meant to me the s just any other girl–I could fucking feel her.” 

Meadow planted a kiss on my jaw. “I’m sorry that happened. I hate that Nolan did to you Kinda maskes sense why you hate him-” 

“I don’t hate my brother, baby.” I cut in. “Things are just… a little more complicated than that. And the motherfucker already hates himself for what he did. It’s why he always does everything he can to piss me off.* 

Confusion swirled in her eyes for a second, but then they widened. “He doesn’t want you to forgive him for what he did to you.” 

I smirked. “Smart girl.” 

Meadow’s cheeks turned pink–the way they always did whenever I complimented her… praised her. 

I wanted to show her that fucking room. Meadow would be an excellent submissive–there was no 

question about that. But I was hesitant to let her see that part of me. 

What if she wasn’t ready? What if she’d run out on me after discovering the kinds of things I did just to get overstimulated. 

To feel pleasure. 

“And Clarissa…” she continued. “What are you going to do about her now she’s back, and staying in your 

mother’s house? Not to mention….” she lowered her eyes. “I don’t think your mother likes me.” 

“Do I look like I care what my mother thinks about you?” I asked, gaze dropping to her pursed lips. “I don’t, baby. And I love my mother, but if she ever does anything to hurt you, I’d gladly cut her off.” 

Meadow’s breath hitched. “You don’t mean that.” 

“I fucking do,” I rasped honestly. “And about Clarissa… you should know that she’s a master manipulator. Frankly, she doesn’t like the fact that my wife can feel me, and knowing her…” I cupped Meadow’s chin with my fingers. “She’s going to try whatever she can to ruin it.” 

She tried to look away from me but I shook my head. “And I’m not going to let her. I swear it.” 

“So you don’t…” she swallowed nervously. “You don’t still love her?” 

That pulled a scoff from me. “My love for Clarissa died the moment I saw her come out of my brother’s 

room, baby.” 

This time, she couldn’t control the smile that spread across her lips. I pulled her higher so she could meet my lips with hers, groaning when she slipped her tongue into my mouth. “I thought you said you didn’t want me falling sick,” I rasped. 

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“I thought you said you never fall sick,” she said with a laugh. My grip tightened around her waist, my hand moving down to her ass and squeezing. Meadow sighed against my mouth. “God, I hate that I’m on my period right now.” Her hand drifted down my chest, all the way to my sweatpants. And a groan ripped from my throat when her fingers slipped into the waistband and grazed my already hard cock. 

“Fuck, baby, don’t do that.” 

“Why not?” she murmured, amusement lacing her tone. 

“Because I want to fuck you. And you doing this really isn’t helping my case.” 

My teeth scraped along my bottom lip as she wrapped her small hand around the flesh. “Who said anything about fucking?” she whispered. “I only want to play with daddy’s piercings. That’s all.” 

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Fallen

Fallen

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Status: Ongoing Type: Native Language: English
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.

 

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