Fallen 137

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CHAPTER 0137

Meadow’s POV:

“If you want to beg, then do it properly,” I gritted out, tossing my purse onto the floor.

I was boiling.

My insides were on fire.

I had never known Tyler as a coward. I used to look at him like he hung the fucking moon–even while he was treating me badly. I was so blinded by love and adoration and the fact that someone was showing me a little bit of attention, when in truth, he only showed me a little attention because he was trying to get me to fall in love with him for Juniper.

Which worked a little too well.

And now, after everything that had happened, everything that he had done and said to me… he would so easily fold and try to beg me to listen to him.

Tyler shoved out a nervous, breathy laughter. “Meadow, what’re you-”

“Alaric?” I murmured, turning to face him. He was already looking at me, a proud smirk on his face. He arched a brow in response. “Can you get him on his knees for me, daddy?” My voice was low, but I made sure it was loud enough for Tyler to hear.

Alaric’s gaze dropped to my mouth and I wished he would kiss me right now. “Whatever you want, princess.”

My breath hitched.

Princess. That was new, but I fucking loved it.

Before I could say anything else, Alaric had wrapped a hand around Tyler’s neck.

He didn’t even try to fight or run. Maybe because Alaric’s cold warning was still echoing in his ears. “I’ll do it,” he choked out. “Sir, I swear. I’ll do it. Just…”

“I don’t see your knees moving, Ty,” I cut in, crossing my arms in front of my chest. “If you’re trying to apologize to me, you should look up at me while doing so, don’t you think?”

Tyler’s entire face was red–I wasn’t sure if it was from embarrassment or the fact that he couldn’t breathe. He looked at Alaric, his eyes pleading while Alaric expression was stoic. He narrowed his gaze. “You heard her.”

Just then, Tyler’s knees buckled and he lowered himself to the floor. Only then did Alaric unwrap his fingers from his neck. Tyler coughed out air as he tried to catch his breath.

And then he turned to face me. “Meadow, I had no idea, I swear. I didn’t mean-”

“To almost rape me?” I spat. “You didn’t mean to try to make my life miserable? To string me along for two fucking years while you fucked my sister behind my back?”

His throat bobbed as he swallowed. “That was… I was high that night. You know t-”

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I didn’t even let him finish his sentence before I swung my hand toward his face, slapping his cheek so hard his head jerked to the side.

I hated him. I wanted to do more to hurt him. I didn’t have feelings for Tyler anymore obviously–I lost them the night he hurt me—but now it just felt like I was channeling not only the anger I felt toward him, but the one I felt toward my sister.

And with Alaric standing by me, a sense of boldness overwhelmed me. For some reason, I wanted him to be proud of me. I wanted him to see that I wasn’t always going to let anyone walk all over me. That I could handle myself.

I wanted to be worthy of him.

Just then, Alaric pulled me close to him, his hand around my arm as he leaned in to whisper. “Fucking hell, baby,” he breathed low into my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. “That was fucking sexy.”

Warmth spread throughout my chest and core, and I smiled at him, leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth while his other hand drifted down to my ass.

And then he spanked it. In front of Tyler. “What do you want me to do to him?” he whispered so only I could

hear.

I didn’t answer. Instead, I turned around to face Tyler again. His fists were curled on either side of him, his jaw clenched as he glared at me.

It was then that I realized something else…

He wasn’t only surprised that I was Alaric’s wife. He was furious.

Now, all I needed to know was if this fury stemmed from the fact that I was not nearly half as miserable as he and Juniper had expected me to be.

Or from jealousy.

Smirking, I reached for Tyler’s jaw, tilting his head upward. “Juni didn’t tell you that I was married to your boss, even though I’m sure she must’ve realized what was going on the second she was released from that facility…” I trailed off, watching the anger on his face slowly morph into confusion.

Holy hell.

He didn’t know that as well. This kept getting better and better.

“She didn’t tell you where she was during that period you thought she was missing?” I chuckled. “Poor baby. You know, I wonder if she even loves you-

“She does,” he gritted out, narrowing his eyes. “She loves me.”

kept

“Then why didn’t she tell you that she was locked up in a loony bin? Or that my husband was the one who kept her in there and made sure she was treated like the psycho she was? What the hell did she even tell you when you asked where she’d been?” My grip tightened around his jaw, and my nails dug into the skin. “You’re so pathetic, so full of yourself. You think you know my sister, but you don’t.” I tilted my head, continuing. “You will, though.”

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I released his jaw, stepping away from him.

I took a deep breath, glancing at Alaric. He was now leaning against the wall, his hands in his pockets as he watched me carefully. I couldn’t read the expression on his face, and I didn’t even try to.

I just looked back at Tyler. And then I spoke.

“All Juniper has ever wanted is what belongs to me. My life, my clothes, my friends–which I’ve always found hilarious because Nova is my only friend, and she hates Juni.”

Juniper hated everything about me, but for some reason, she wanted to be me. I wasn’t sure if she had even realized it, but that’s how it always was.

So while I was terrified of her and taking all the shit she had to offer because I felt guilty, my sister wanted my life. Seeing her dressed as me today confirmed that.

Tyler’s jaw ticked. I shook my head, biting my bottom lip to hide my smile. “Juni thought I would be miserable after losing you. But I wasn’t. So, you wanna know what my guess is?” I chuckled. “My guess is that Juniper is sick and tired of you. She only wants what I want, and that’s not you anymore. It’s…”

For a moment, I froze.

Alaric.

That was what she wanted, and she had blatantly given me a hint back at the restaurant. I knew that she couldn’t have him even if she tried to pretend to be me, but it didn’t shake the uneasy feeling.

Telling my father that I killed our mother so she could make me a target. So if he ever got out… he’d come after

And all of a sudden, the reason why I came here occurred to me again. A tremor racked my body.

I spun around to face Alaric and his brows pulled together in concern. He tilted his head slightly. A silent ‘are you okay?‘

I shook my head, feeling the back of my eyelids burn with unshed tears.

His jaw clenched and then he stepped forward.

“My office, Cross. Now,” he said firmly without looking away from me. “Try to escape and you’ll regret it for the rest of your life.”

Tyler’s eyes were wide as he immediately scrambled to his feet and scurried into Alaric’s office.

The moment I heard the sound of the door sliding shut, I threw myself into Alaric’s arms, my entire body shaking with fear.

“You were doing so good, baby,” he murmured into my hair. “What went wrong?”

For a moment, I didn’t respond, I just held onto him as his hand ran up and down my back so gently and patiently. “If this is hard for you, I can just-”

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CHAPTER 0137

“I killed my mother, Alaric.”

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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.