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CHAPTER 0130

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CHAPTER 0130

Alaric’s POV:

I didn’t go straight to work that morning.

I had a goal, and I was going to make sure that I saw it through. I didn’t go to meet my brother yesterday because I was too busy thinking about my wife and wondering what her next move was going to be.

Fuck, she was infuriating me. Nearly causing me to go insane from her stubbornness. And not to think of the fact that she had begun to blame herself for my father’s death when she knew damn well that it wasn’t her fault.

Meadow was a victim, and she kept treating herself like she was the offender.

If she hadn’t agreed to go with Trip, I wouldn’t have let her stubborn ass leave the house. Hell, I would’ve gone with her to meet her sister–which was something she would not have liked.

I didn’t know else I was supposed to get it instilled in her brain.

She wasn’t just avoiding me because she was pissed that I kept this entire thing from her. She was avoiding me because she didn’t know how to face me, and by punishing me, she was also punishing herself.

She knew that. Yet, she wouldn’t stop.

But that wasn’t the reason I was getting in the elevator that led to my brother’s apartment. I was here because of something else.

Here because he touched me–punched me, in fact. And I’d felt him.

That wasn’t ordinary. I hadn’t felt anyone’s touch in years–including his and my mother’s. But by some miracle, I had felt his punch.

And fuck. I wanted to feel it again.

Since Nolan touched me, I had been trying to feel something. Yes, I was losing my mind because Meadow refused to, but that wasn’t it. I had slammed my hand against walls and kicked furniture. I was nearly

tempted to go into my gym and use my fists on my diamond–studded punching bag, but some

y told

me that Meadow would be very disappointed and upset with me if I did that, or if I had sliced my arm with a knife just to feel pain like I’d done when I was still a teenager.

And her opinion fucking mattered to me. I couldn’t stand it if I broke her heart more than I already had.

When I stepped into Nolan’s penthouse, it was quiet. And I instantly found out why. There were faint kissing sounds coming from the kitchen. My brother groaned and then a familiar female giggle filtered into my ears.

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Perfect.

“So you accuse my wife of being a gold digger and then move on to kiss her best friend with that same

mouth?”

They both jumped apart at the sound of my voice. “That’s fucking low, Nolan. And quite frankly, disrespectful to both women, especially since you know how loyal Nova is to Meadow.”

“Alaric!” Nova exclaimed, jumping down from the counter. She nervously tucked her hair behind her ears. “How are you here…” she trailed off. And then, as though my words had finally settled in her mind, she

froze. “Wait, what?”

Nolan was already fully dressed in his usual leather ensemble. Seemed he was already about to head out and… probably leave Nova here–who seemed to have already moved in from the looks of the bed hair and

casual t–shirt and sweatpants she had on.

Well, that was fucking fast.

‘So were you and Meadow,‘ a voice in my mind fired back.

My brother didn’t turn around.

“Nolan, what is Alaric talking about?” Nova pressed.

“It’s nothing, süßer,” he said smoothly. “Just a little misunderstanding.” He finally turned around to face me, and there was a fire in his eyes, one daring me to continue speaking. “What the hell are you doing

here?”

He was always the one trying to push me to my limit. Well, today, I was going to be the one doing it.

“A misunderstanding that led you to call my best friend a gold digger? What the fuck is that?”

Nolan’s gaze shifted back to her, and he opened his mouth and closed it, like he didn’t know what to say,

or where to start from. He didn’t need to.

Meadow was going to tell her everything. I didn’t doubt that. And I hoped that Nova would be able to

convince her that none of it was her fault. Because I failed to do that.

But I wasn’t going to let Nolan be happy, kissing his girlfriend while he badmouthed her best friend and

made her believe it was her fault that her father killed ours.

The enemy. That was what he’d called her.

And maybe that was what I thought about Meadow and her sister in the beginning, but that was just me trying to pass the blame onto someone else. I didn’t want Clint Russell’s kids to be happy or satisfied. I

didn’t want…

Fuck. I was even worse than my brother.

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Shoving that thought to the back of my mind, I smirked. “That’s not all he called her, Nova. You should be fucking pissed at him right now.”

Nova’s brows drew together as he gaze shifted from him to me, and back to him. “Nolan?” she breathed.‘ Can’t speak all of a sudden? I mean, you always have something to say to me, don’t you?”

Nolan ran a hand through his hair, his jaw clenched. “I just…” He heaved a frustrated sigh. “Maybe you should… have a talk with Meadow to-”

“Got it,” she snapped, shaking her head at him. And when she trained her glare on me, I met her with a blank stare. Nova scoffed, brushing past me while muttering. “What I get for giving bad boys a chance.”

“Nova, wait-” Nolan started.

“Don’t come after me, Nolan,” she cut in, spinning around to glare at him. “From the looks of it, you need to settle whatever beef you have with your brother. And I need to go see my best friend–who is not a fucking gold digger by the way. If your brother trusted you enough to tell you the truth, then you’d know they both have something to gain from this bloody marriage.” She paused, shifting her glare to my face now. “Oops. Was I not supposed to say that? Is the cat already out of the bag?”

I shoved out a breath, exchanging a blank stare with my brother. “He already knows, Nova.”

Her brows went up so high they nearly disappeared into her hair, and pink tinted her cheeks. She was embarrassed. “Oh, well… Just don’t follow me.”

The door wasn’t even completely shut before Nolan lunged for me, fisting the collar of my shirt and slamming me against the wall. I didn’t fight it. I welcomed it.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he growled. “And how the hell do you know the code to my apartment?”

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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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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.