Fallen 131

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CHAPTER 0131

Alaric’s POV:

“You told me the code the night I carried your drunk ass to your apartment, remember?”

That was a year ago. He had called that night begging for forgiveness, and was trying to punish himself. I found him at the bar and brought him to his house instead of taking him to our mother’s.

“And out of everything that just happened here, that’s the one question you’re worried about?” I breathed, arching a brow.

Nolan’s nostrils flared and he slammed me against the wall again. I only felt a slight pressure as my head hit the wall, but not the pain.

“Why did you do that?” he seethed.

He wasn’t hitting me.

Why wasn’t he hitting me? I wanted him to hit me.

“Do what? Call you out for being unfair to my wife?”

His jaw clenched. “You came all this way to give me trouble about being unfair to your wife? I don’t fucking buy it. You’ve never been here, and if you really wanted to fucking scold me for the things I said, you’d have already hit me a long time ago. And you certainly wouldn’t let me pin you to the wall.”

Well… he got me there.

“And I’m letting you hit me right now so why the fuck aren’t you hitting me?” I finally snapped.

Nolan’s eyes widened, and he stepped back, a look of confusion on his face. “Holy shit. You want me to hit you.”

“Don’t sound so surprised. You do the same thing all the fucking time,” I muttered, brushing off invisible

lint from my suit jacket.

“Yeah. I do it because I want you to punish me. Why the hell would you want me to punish you, Ric? I thought getting married to Meadow was already the punishment you sentenced yourself to?”

I opened my mouth, about to fire back, when realization suddenly hit me.

The words he’d said to me two nights ago. He’d told me that the only reason he could come up with that

explained why I got married to the woman whose father killed ours was that I was trying to punish

myself.

Tilting my head, I asked, “You really think the only reason I married her is because I wanted to punish

myself?”

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“Am I fucking wrong to think that?” he muttered. “Why else would you subject yourself to the reminder of what happened? The reminder of the pain our father caused us, and then the pain HER father caused…

Mutti.”

He stepped closer, his jaw clenching so hard I could see the vein in his forehead practically pop. “And why the fuck would you subject Meadow to that torture? How could you do that to her?”

My eyes widened in surprise? He was defending her? “I’m not with her for revenge,” I said firmly. “At first, I thought that was what I wanted. But then…” I heaved a sigh, walking toward the counter to lean forward. I rested my hand against the edge of the counter, my head hanging between my shoulder blades. “I felt her touch by accident. She came to the company and was waiting on that fucking retard who broke her heart and her hand grazed mine. I mean, I’d been watching her for months, but I didn’t think she would…”

Shaking my head, I continued. “I didn’t think it was even fucking possible. Not after Clarissa–who’s her fucking aunt, in case you didn’t know.”

I wasn’t sure Nolan knew that. He didn’t care about Clarissa enough to know that. He never did. It’s why it was easy to forgive him for sleeping with her in the first place. Clarissa, however, wanted to spite me because I wasn’t giving her as much attention as she wanted that period.

Nolan froze. “Wait, what?”

I looked up at him lazily. “Yeah, she is. But that’s not why I’m here.”

“About fucking time.”

Despite myself, a chuckle escaped my mouth. Nolan shrugged his jacket off, leaning against the counter

with his arms crossed.

“That night, when you punched me, I felt it.”

A long moment passed where Nolan just stared at me blankly. And then I watched as his expression formed into a confused one, with his brows furrowing, and then one of shock–with his brows going high

“No fucking way,” he scoffed. “That couldn’t have fucking happened.”

“Exactly what I said,” I murmured. “Thought I was imagining things but I could’ve sworn that I felt it. It’s why I came here. To see if you could fucking hit me again.”

Nolan’s gaze narrowed. “You could’ve just asked me to touch you, man.”

“No,” I growled, pinching the bridge of my nose. “If I wanted a fucking touch, I’d ask my wife. I haven’t felt pain since I was fifteen years old, Nolan. And that night, I fucking did. So just… fucking hit m-”

The words were barely out of my mouth when my brother swung his arm and connected his fist to my

jaw.

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My head jerked to the side, and a grunt escaped my mouth. Nolan watched me carefully, shaking his fist, and I could tell that he was waiting impatiently for my response,

“Fuck,” I cursed, turning back to face him. “How well did you enjoy that?”

“Maybe a little too well,” he smirked. “Did you feel it?”

I paused as something inside my chest swelled. “Fuck, yes,” I breathed, my eyes widening as I stared at my brother. “I can feel you, man.”

My brother raised his hands to his head. “No. Fucking. Way. How the fuck is this even possible?”

I started to shake my head when a thought suddenly broke through. I didn’t want to believe it, just like I didn’t want to years ago when my mother took me to a therapist.

My condition was neurological. We all knew that. But what the therapist had suggested that day was that I try to open up. Let my guard down. Just to see if my brain was only trying to block everything out to protect me from something else.

I didn’t listen because I thought it was bullshit. I still thought it was. I didn’t let my fucking guard down around Nolan–At least, I didn’t think I did. And Clarissa and Meadow…

Maybe I let my guard down around Clarissa, however, the details about the first time she touched me

were blurry.

But Meadow… I felt her touch on a random day. I didn’t even know her well enough to let my guard

around her then.

So yeah, it was still some bullshit.

“The fuck’s going on in your head?”

My jaw ticked. “Just some unbelievable bullshit.”

Nolan heaved a sigh. “Maybe you should–and don’t hit me for this–but I think you should see a

therapist.”

I scowled. “And what? Tell them my deepest darkest secrets? Hell no. I’m not letting anyone infiltrate my

mind.”

Nolan blinked twice. “Good for you, bro.” He pushed away from the counter, shrugging his jacket on. “We

done here? I need to get to the hotel. I’m already late for a meeting.”

I glanced at his outfit. “And that’s how you dress for a meeting?”

“I run the fucking place. What else do you expect from me?”

Of course.

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“We need to catch up soon, though,” he continued. “We’re not done talking. And about Meadow…”

I stood to my full height.

“I genuinely like her. I was just a little shocked when I found out, that’s all. But I know I could’ve handled that better. I’ll apologize the next time I see her. And uh, for what it’s worth, I see the way you look at her.

And that’s all I’m gonna say on that matter.”

My chest tightened as Meadow’s question popped up in my head again. ‘Do you think you could ever feel for me the same way I feel for you?‘

I already knew the answer. But I needed to know for sure that what I felt for her wasn’t just want and

need because she could touch me.

I nodded in response, checking my wrist watch. I was late for a meeting as well.

But then, in the most awkward fashion known to man, Nolan stretched his hand out for a handshake.

“The fuck is that?”

“What does it look like? I’m giving you a handshake. Calling a truce, if you will.”

I shoved out an annoyed breath. “If I shake your hand, will you stop trying to punish yourself? When I

said I forgave you, I meant it. With my whole damn heart.”

For a second, Nolan froze. And then he said lightly. “I know. And yes, I’ll stop. I’m just so damn glad you

can… feel me again.”

I clasped my brother’s hand, feeling a wave of relief wash over me. And as I shook his hand, I knew we

were both going to be okay.

Eventually.

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.