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Meadow’s POV:

Once, while we were still teenagers, Juniper had tried to get me in trouble. I was sick and had to miss school, but I found out that Juniper had gone to school dressed at me and caused a hell of a ruckus at school that day.

Made out with a boy who had a crush on me and made sure they were caught, and after she was sent to the principal’s office, she instead went to the bathroom to smoke.

Long story short, if Nova hadn’t been there at school that day, I would’ve gotten suspended for things that I didn’t do. But thankfully, she was. And she called Juniper out and claimed my innocence. My sister ended up being the one suspended.

Yeah… that was one of the major reasons Juniper hated Nova so much–though not as much as she hated me. Nova had always been there for me, defending me against my sister, being there for me during hard fucking times and somehow still managing to keep her own mental health in tact.

I loved Nova so much, and it’s why I refused to pick up the phone when she called me.

I didn’t want to lie to her, and I definitely wasn’t about to tell her about the things that had happened two nights ago… the things I found out…at least, not over the phone. And not right now.

So instead, I silenced my phone and slipped it into my purse.

And I looked at Trip through the rearview mirror. “You’re not following me inside or anything like that,

are you?”

His gaze narrowed and his voice was gruff when he replied. “Supposed to. That’s the order.”

“Yeah?” I scoffed. “Well, I’d like to tweak that ‘order‘. You’re not going in there with me. It’s a public space, my sister won’t harm me. And I believe there’s no one else in there that could be a threat since I’m sure

Alaric must’ve found a way to get rid of that waiter weeks ago.”

Yes. I was at the same restaurant I came to meet with Clarissa before. I knew the waiter wouldn’t be here

anymore.

Trip arched a brow, and light amusement glinted in his eyes. “You’re smart. I see why he likes you.”

I scowled at him. “You can both fuck off.” I opened the door to the backseat but Trip was already out of

the car.

“Seriously?”

“I will not be held responsible for whatever happens to you. If the boss finds out that I-”

“Who’s gonna tell him? You? Because it sure as hell won’t be me.” I narrowed my gaze at his tall, buff

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figure and he did the same to me. “And I just told you–nothing is going to happen. And even if it were, I can hold myself. I don’t need your protection.”

Trip’s jaw clenched, and he didn’t take his annoyed gaze off me as he pulled his sunglasses out from the pocket of his jacket and slipped it on.

“One hour,” he gritted out, turning away from me. “Fucking hate babysitting.” He muttered that last part out, but I heard it.

And ignored it, of course. “Great. See you in an hour.”

I didn’t wait for a reply before I headed into the restaurant. And as expected, my sister was already waiting for me at one of the tables. She looked up at the exact same time I found her, and-

Holy hell, she looked exactly like me.

And no, not in the way everyone already knew–I mean, we were twins. But I meant Juniper had dressed up and done her makeup just like mine. Juniper hated sundresses. She preferred darker clothing. But today, she had on a pink sundress–just like the one she stole from me. The one she was fucking Tyler in

when I walked into the apartment to retrieve my things.

Her makeup was as light as mine was.

And maybe, I was reaching. But I knew my sister.

Nova was right. She was trying to mirror me–again. And she was so good at doing it that she would’ve had Nova fooled if Nova didn’t already know me from the inside out.

What on earth did she think she was doing?

She smirked, sipping on her cocktail as I neared the table.

“Nice… outfit today, Juni,” I said, slipping into the seat across from her. “You trying something new?”

Her eyes shone, and she gestured to the second cocktail drink in front of me. “Ordered your favorite just for you.”

I glanced down. It was a strawberry daiquiri. And yes, it was my favorite.

But I wasn’t stupid.

My gaze narrowed at Juniper. “Yeah, I’m not drinking that.”

“Why?” she asked sweetly. “You think it’s poisoned or something?”

That was exactly it. A smirk tugged at the corner of my mouth. “Knowing you? Yes, I definitely think it’s poisoned.”

No way I was trusting my sister over a drink that had probably been exposed for a while.

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She wouldn’t kill me–Juniper was too selfish for that. But it would’ve definitely stirred something inside

of me.

She jerked back like I’d genuinely offended her, and then, with a scoff, she reached for the drink and took a few sips, swallowed audibly, and dramatically opened her mouth, raising her tongue as well. And then with a giggle, she pushed the drink back to my side of the table. “Reminds me of the way they used to check if I’d swallowed my pills.”

I looked away. “See?” Juniper continued. “Not poisoned.”

Reluctantly, I took a sip of the drink.

“Good then. Because if it were, you’d quickly discover that I have a bodyguard waiting just outside this

building.”

She arched a brow, leaning in. “Bodyguard, huh? Your man must really care about you then. I mean,” she scoffed. “Of course, he does. He cared enough to throw me into that facility while you were busy getting

his dick every night.”

My nostrils flared, but I only took that as an opportunity. Head tilted, I smirked. “You sound jealous, sis. Tyler not fucking you well enough? Or are you just jealous that I leveled up?”

If there was anything Juniper hated, it was me doing something that made her feel less of herself. For instance, getting married to Alaric right when she thought I was going to remain a miserable bum.

Juniper’s face fell, her eyes flashed, and I watched as her fists curled on the table. For a second, I froze, wondering what she was planning on doing here in public. But then, as if it never happened, it disappeared. “Tyler was mine first anyway. By the way, he doesn’t know that you’re with his boss–if you were wondering, that is.”

My brows drew together. She was speaking like she was doing me a favor. “Why? Don’t you want him to realize how cooked he really is?”

I was counting on Juniper telling him. I wanted Tyler to know about it. I didn’t feel anything but hatred for him right now, so it wasn’t as if I wanted to make him jealous.

I just wanted him to know that I could do better than he thought I could. That he couldn’t hurt me and go

scot–free.

That I was desirable.

Juniper chuckled. “If there’s anyone who’s cooked, it’s you.”

A tremor shot down my spine.

“And what on earth does that mean?”

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Juniper, seeing the expression on my face, leaned back into the seat and raised her drink to her lips to sip. She waved to a random man who was staring at us, blowing him a kiss.

“Juniper,” I gritted out. “What are you talking about?”

She shrugged. “I paid a visit to our dear father in prison, Meadow.” She paused. “Or should I say… you did.”

My heart stopped beating.

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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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Status: Ongoing Type: Alpha 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.