Fallen 122

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Alaric’s POV:

“Ric!” I heard a voice call out from a distance. Both Meadow and I turned to look at the man who was currently approaching us.

My closest friend and business partner–and manager of the club, Landon Corvell.

“Lan,” I answered, stretching a hand out to shake his already outstretched one. “Hey, man.”

His gaze

shifted to Meadow and he did a double take. Now, I had known Landon for years–since we were in high school together–and I could tell exactly what was running through his mind as his eyes roamed over my wife.

Meadow’s hand reached for mine again as though on instinct. She was nervous. I stepped in front of Meadow slightly, trying to block his view of her. And when Landon looked back at me, he smirked.” Apologies,” he muttered. Not to me, but to Meadow. “But I have to say, you look really familiar. Have we

met before?”

My jaw clenched. Meadow’s eyes widened. “Um, I don’t think so.”

“This is my wife, Meadow,” I said to Landon, arching a brow at him when his eyes widened slightly. He opened his mouth to say something but I shut him up with my narrowed gaze.

Landon was a good friend. The best, actually. But sometimes, he pissed me the fuck off. Landon ran a tech company, and he was in charge of building the app for this club. We barely saw each other, and we easily figured that it was the best thing for both of us.

“Lovely to meet you, Meadow.” The motherfucker lifted her hand to his mouth, pressing a light kiss to the back, all while keeping his eyes on me–daring me to go all… caveman on him.

Oh, I fucking would. But not right now. Not when Meadow was watching.

Tonight was supposed to be a special one for her. And there was nothing that bewitched me more than the look on her face as she saw things in this club that she had never seen before. The way her innocent eyes had widened when I told her about Hugh and his best friend… it had sent a current straight to my

cock. I wanted to show her more, to see how she would react.

Especially to certain kinks.

“Landon is my business partner,” I said to Meadow as she took another sip of her drink.

“And best friend,” he added, shooting me a playful glare. “You fucking forgot that part.” He turned to Meadow again. “Known each other since high school. He is not a fun one, I tell you.”

Meadow only laughed, and when she looked up at me, her teeth was biting into her bottom lip. “I’d say

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he’s the exact opposite,” she muttered, taking another sip of her drink.

Landon smirked, grabbing a glass of whiskey from a passing tray. He was about to drink it when all of a sudden, he stopped. And then he turned around, beckoning to someone I hadn’t realized was there.

Because she was on her knees, a few feet behind him, wearing a… pantsuit.

My lips twitched. The fucking bastard.

My gaze shifted to Meadow, but she wasn’t looking at me.

Her eyes were completely on the blond haired woman as she crawled toward Landon seductively. I wasn’t sure how on earth she managed to pull it off, but she did.

Landon fucking Corvell had a woman role–playing as some kind of professional figure–a lawyer, most likely–on her knees for him.

And Meadow’s eyes followed her every move.

I watched her, the way her lips were parted, the way she swallowed hard, the way her index finger tapped against the flute before she shook her head, downing the rest of her drink.

Something stirred within me. And so did my cock.

Fuck. Me. Gently.

I wasn’t sure of it. I hadn’t yet let her in the tether room because I didn’t want to scare her off. But looking at her now, I could tell that she wanted to be that woman.

Craved to be her, even.

The woman stopped beside Landon, taking her hands off the floor so she was now only on her knees.

Landon moved the glass to her lips. “Drink.”

The woman did exactly as he asked, taking a sip of the whiskey. She swallowed it down, only wincing slightly, and that was when Landon took a sip of his drink, patting her hair down with his other hand as she looked up at him in adoration.

Meadow dropped the flute on the next passing tray a little too hard, and she started to reach for another one but I stopped her.

“You’re a lightweight, baby,” I whispered into her ear. “I need you to be sober for me tonight. Can you do

that?”

Her face flushed as she nodded. “Okay, yeah.” Her voice was shaky.

She was turned on–I could tell. She just didn’t know what to do about it.

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Fucking hell.

“I need to find the bathroom,” she whispered to me. “I’ll be right back.”

‘Are you alright?” My brows drew together as I asked.

She nodded, forcing a smile. “Yeah, I am.”

I let her go. Maybe because I wanted to let her think and get the break she needed. Needed her to know if this was something she could fuck with or not.

I was afraid of ruining her. So damn terrified.

Landon watched me over the rim of his drink, and then he brought it down, nodding to where Meadow just disappeared.

‘You’re fucking kidding me, right?”

My gaze narrowed. “About what?”

Landon ran a hand through his hair. “Meadow? As in, Meadow Russell? As in…” He shook his head like he couldn’t believe it. “The girl whose father you put in prison?”

My jaw ticked. “You know.”

“Of course, I know, Ric,” he bit out. “I mean I did a little research after the entire thing happened, but I

never forget a name. Or a face. Wasn’t sure which twin it was until you introduced her.”

Landon knew about the entire incident already. He was my fucking best friend from high school right

into college. And he was with me through all of it.

I just didn’t know until now that he actually knew Meadow’s face.

“What the fuck are you doing, man?” He continued, glancing around to see if she was coming back. “Shit.

You married her?”

“I did,” I muttered with a shrug, as if that explained anything.

Landon watched me silently for a few seconds, like he was trying to figure something out. After which he just heaved a sigh. “Do I even want to know why?”

My eyes dropped to the woman at his feet. “Do I want to know why you’re still having fantasies of fucking your defense attorney neighbor?”

When I said she was role–playing as a professional figure, I genuinely meant it. Landon had been having this fucking fantasy for years, and because of that, he refused to move from his current apartment. He didn’t want to stay away from her.

And was too much of a damn coward to approach her.

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Landon shot me a deep scowl, his hand moving to pet the woman’s hair gently. “Whatever, man. I just hope you know what you’re fucking doing.”

I took a sip of my champagne.

“You know I’d always look out for you,” he finished.

My chest tightened a bit. “I know.”

And I also knew that he wasn’t going to say a word to Meadow. He didn’t even ask if I liked her, or if I loved her. That was just the kind of friend Landon was.

And I was fucking grateful for that.

My eyes roamed our surroundings. “Good job we did here, isn’t it?”

He smirked then, raising his glass. “Good fucking job.”

Someone called out to him and I used that as an opportunity to go find Meadow. I went through the same

hallway she did, and I was about to take a turn to the bathroom when I saw something in my peripheral

vision.

Meadow.

She wasn’t alone–there were about three other people standing in the hallway. Not near her, obviously.

And all they were doing was… watching.

And I knew exactly what they were watching. These wide hallways had doors on opposite sides that led

to various rooms. And on one side of the room, it was privacy through and through.

But on the side Meadow and a few others were standing on, there were windows. Windows that could let

her see in, but the people inside couldn’t see out.

And when I was close enough to see exactly what Meadow was watching, a smirk pulled at the corner of my lips.

In the blue–lit room, a rope hung down from the ceiling, looped and knotted with precision. A woman was suspended in the air, her body bent and bound by the ropes,

Her wrists were tied above her head, and, shoving a dildo in and out of her pussy, was another woman.

Meadow chewed so hard on her lip. She didn’t even notice I was there.

Not until I took the remote out of my pants and pressed the button to turn on the G–spot vibrator.

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Fallen

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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.