Fallen 133

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CHAPTER 0133

Meadow’s POV:

A full minute passed, my throat getting tighter and tighter with every second that went by.

Juniper had gone to see our father in prison, pretending to be me. And of course, my father wouldn’t have been able to tell us apart because of how long it had been, so she could have easily fooled him.

But it didn’t make any sense at all.

“What are you…” My jaw clenched. “What did you do, Juniper?”

“Nothing too bad, I promise. I just… made him hate you more than he already did.” She giggled, taking another sip of her drink.

I slammed my fists on the table as a red hot feeling surged from the bottom of my stomach to my chest. I could feel different eyes on us but I didn’t take my eyes

off my sister.

She was the reason my father reached out to me.

She had to be.

“Don’t get your panties in a bunch, sis. I’ll tell you.” Juniper smirked, her own eyes sparkling with amusement. “God, it’s so easy to pretend to be you. To be so soft and squishy and soft–spoken. You think your hot husband would know if you switched places with me? I mean, can you imagine going home to see Alaric balls deep inside me, calling me your name?”

I knew that wasn’t possible, but still, the image burned at the back of my mind. And it made my stomach twist, bile rising up my throat.

But the truth was that Alaric would instantly know that he was being deceived.

I’d proudly say it anywhere. Alaric knew me. And even better was the fact that he could feel only my touch, and not hers. Now that I thought about it, it would actually be hilarious to watch Juniper make a fool of herself.

“You’re not his type,” I said dismissively, taking a sip of my cocktail. Her face instantly fell and I knew

that

my words had gotten to her. “So I’m not exactly worried.”

She already saw it as a challenge. I could see the wheels turning in her head. She thought she could do it

without a doubt.

“Is that so?” she murmured. “Are you challenging me, sis? You know I’ll win. I always do.”

Laughter bubbled in my chest and I leaned in, interlacing my fingers on top of the table. And lowering my

voice, I said. “Try it, Juni. See if you win this time.”

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Juniper’s eyes flashed. For a second, she didn’t speak, she just bit down on her bottom lip thoughtfully.” Whatever. Our father believed I was you. And you know what I told him?”

My jaw ticked. “What?”

“That I–you, I mean–killed our mother.”

My breathing turned shallow.

“What…” I breathed.

There was a victorious glint in her eyes. “And you know what I did after I practically rubbed it in his face? I walked out. Oh, I can still remember the way he called out for me, talking about how he’s going to kill you when he gets out-”

“He’s not getting out.” I cut in, trying to make my voice sound firm but it came out shaky instead.

Juniper tilted her head. “And how sure are you about that? From what I heard, he’s been appealing for his

release. His appeals always get denied though.”

I was one hundred percent sure that Alaric would never let him out. But Juniper telling him that I killed our mother wasn’t going to bode well for me either

“He’s not getting out, Juniper,” I repeated. “So whatever the hell you thought you were doing by-”

“All I hear is your yapping, Meadow.” Juniper scoffed. “You’re not even trying to deny it.”

“No use in denying what we both know is the truth,” I replied without a beat, although my throat had

gotten even tighter.

Drug overdose.

That’s what they called it. Heck–that’s what it was. My mother was so broken–hearted about my father’s arrest. She knew that he was never going to get out, and I suppose she didn’t want to live without him.

She was so pissed at everything. At me, as if it was my fault. And then she tried to do something that no

mother should ever do to their child.

And after she didn’t succeed, she took a bunch of pills and drowned herself in the tub.

None of this made sense as to why her killing herself would be my fault, but it was. The emergency

services said that if I had called them a minute earlier than I did, I would’ve been able to save her.

But that didn’t make me guilty.

What made me guilty was watching her swallow the pills, when I knew it was dangerous. I had peeped into the bathroom that night, saw her take the pills and toss the can onto the floor.

I knew it was wrong. I was twelve, and they had taught us about abuse in school. But I didn’t stop her.

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And when the police officers asked me what I knew, I told them I saw her taking it but I didn’t know what it meant. I feigned ignorance. And Juniper overheard me and instantly knew I was telling lies.

That was the moment her hatred for me grew a thousand times more.

Right now, she was looking at me with so much hatred. If we weren’t already twins, people would think she was just a stranger who hated me for no reason at all.

But she was my sister. And she hated me because I could’ve saved our mother and refused to.

“How does it feel?” she muttered. “How do you even sleep at night knowing that you could’ve saved her?”

My gaze narrowed. “Same way you sleep at night after doing terrible things to me,” I shot back. “You don’t really think you’re a better person than I am, do you?”

“Well, why don’t you go to our father and ask him that question?” She said, smirking. “God, you should’ve seen the look on his face. He looked about ready to strangle me to death.”

I swallowed, feeling the hair at the back of my neck stand at attention. My father already hated me.

But this news…

“How could you do that?” My voice shook. “Do you have any idea what he would do to me if he gets out?”

Juniper’s gaze narrowed. “I thought you said he isn’t getting out?”

I didn’t respond. I took my hand away from the table, hiding my shaky fists under it, but it was too late.

She had already seen them.

“He won’t get out,” I said slowly. I was going to make sure of it. “And I hope you know that you’ve just

made a grave mistake, Juniper. A mistake that will NEVER bring that bitch back from the dead.”

I didn’t even think she would, especially not in public, but Juniper shocked me–she jumped to her feet and swung her hand toward my face.

Luckily, I was fast enough to catch it.

I was sick and tired of letting her get what she wanted all because I felt guilty.

And I was fucking angry. I didn’t even realize how hard I was twisting her hand until she cried out loud

enough for the restaurant goers to turn and stare. “Let me go, you bitch!” she screamed. “Help! She’s hurting me!”

I immediately dropped her hand like it had burned me.

“My grip wasn’t even that hard, fucking drama queen.”

I could see a waiter approaching us as Juniper chuckled, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

Whatever the case is, I just hope that for your sake… he does get out. About time someone took over from

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me, don’t you think?”

“Is there a problem here?” The man asked. Shooting a glare at Juniper, I snatched my purse from the table and rose to my feet. “No. I was just leaving.”

I stormed out of that restaurant with one thing on my mind.

I was going to Alaric’s office. And I would do anything. ANYTHING, to make sure my father would never be released from prison.

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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 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.