Fallen 147

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CHAPTER 0147

Meadow’s POV:

I felt the urge to step back, but I forced myself to stand my ground. Glaring up at him, I answered: ” Didn’t feel like it when you asked me to get out of your office.”

“I didn’t ask you to get out-”

“Oh but you were so repulsed by the idea of me loving you that you couldn’t even fuck me?” The laugh that escaped my mouth was mirthless. No emotion behind it, just plain and painful. “Do you at least agree with me on that? That your dick went fucking soft inside of me all because of three little words.”

They weren’t little words, but still. I didn’t deserve that.

I didn’t.

“No, I don’t agree,” he said calmly, running a hand through his hair. “I am not repulsed by you, Meadow. You do not, and will never repulse me, baby.”

“Don’t call me that.” My voice shook, tears threatening to fall all over again. I didn’t want to cry in

front of him.

I couldn’t. Not when I was trying to prove to myself that I was strong. That I wasn’t going to let another man break me the way Tyler did.

Although, I couldn’t even compare Tyler and Alaric.

What Tyler did to me was nothing. Tyler never treated me the way Alaric does. He never cared for me like he did. He never treated me the way Alaric treats me–like I’m the only person he cares about.

“Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t want me calling you baby.” His voice was low and deep and smooth, and it sent shivers down my spine.

I didn’t look him I’m the eyes. “That’s not the fucking point of this,” I bit out, stepping back, but as I did so, I stumbled on my baggage, and I would’ve toppled over, but Alaric’s arm caught me just in time.

Perfect.

Just the thing I needed. For the man I was trying to get away from to hold me like he never wanted to let me go.

His eyes softened as he watched me. Slowly, he adjusted me until I was on my own two feet again as heat crept up my neck. “Meadow, what happened at the office was just…” he trailed off.

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“Just what?” I asked, getting frustrated with every single second that passed. I crossed my arms in front of my chest, shooting him a deep scowl. “Just what, Alaric? I’m tired of playing these games with you.”

“I’m not playing games, Meadow. I fucking need you!”

He sounded tortured, like he genuinely didn’t know what to do or how to deal with this.

He knew, though. He knew exactly how to fix this. But he wasn’t going make an attempt do to it because that wasn’t how he felt about me.

He didn’t love me.

He.

Didn’t.

Love.

Me.

And I was an idiot for falling for another man without any reassurance.

Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice…

Shame. On. Me.

“I know,” I whispered, flipping my hair back to distract my tear glands from releasing the tears. I wasn’t going to cry in front of him. I wasn’t going to cry. “And I know it’s probably not fair of me to leave when I’m the only one you can feel, but I have to put me first, Alaric. I have to put my mental health first. If I keep letting you treat me like this, knowing you feel nothing for me, it’s going to drive me completely crazy. So I can’t.”

I allowed myself to step closer even as my vision blur. “Alaric, for my own sanity, I can’t stay. And I think we both understand how important my sanity is.”

I had never spoken about this to anyone. Heck, I had never even allowed myself to think this way, but at this point, it was fucking obvious.

My mother, my sister, Yvonne… there was something wrong with them. With their brains, with their

minds.

Yvonne wasn’t as terrible as Juniper was, but it didn’t change the fact that she was now just as psychotic as they were.

Psychotic.

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Yes.

“What do you

“You’ve met my sister. You’ve met Clarissa. Hell, you even loved her. And yeah, maybe nothing was wrong then, but right now, something is definitely wrong. I don’t want to be like them, Alaric, I don’t … I don’t want to be them. I already killed my mother, I-

“You didn’t kill your mother-” he started firmly.

“Your opinion doesn’t matter to me,” I snapped, my nostrils flaring. And then I paused, and I said what was at the back of my mind. “Not unless you love me the way I do you.”

Alaric shoved out a breath, and something softer flashed in his beautiful eyes. His brows furrowed, eyes glassy. “Meadow… baby, I—”

But I wasn’t done speaking. “And I don’t care if this makes me sound selfish after everything that you’ve done for me, but I can’t be here if you don’t love me. I mean, I’m grateful, Alaric, I really am. But I… I want more. I’m not satisfied with just living with you and sleeping with you and letting you

take care of me.”

The first tear finally slipped out, but I didn’t wipe it away. I let it fall. And another, and another. “I want your heart. I want your soul, I want all of you, and if you can’t give me that… I can’t be here. I am sick of being played by everyone, sick of being fucking used. Anything that happens to me from here on out is my fault, not anyone else’s. I have to choose myself first, especially if you don’t ever plan on choosing me.”

My hand was wrapped tightly around the banister. He wasn’t saying anything. He was just staring at me with that look in his eye–the one that I could mistake for a look of pure love if he did love me.

But he didn’t.

He needed me- at least he could admit that. He needed me,but he didn’t love me. And I couldn’t do that to myself. Not again. I couldn’t stay here and continue to live with him all because I wanted to please him. I couldn’t risk my happiness again when I’d only just found it.

Even though I found it with him.

“Say something, Alaric,” I whispered. “You’re the one who wanted to ‘talk‘ about this but you haven’t said anything to even try to convince me to stay.”

Alaric leaned against the wall, shutting his eyes for a long moment.

He looked like he was battling something inside himself, and I could’ve used that as an opportunity to leave, but I didn’t. For some odd reason, I wanted to know what he would say.

His jaw clenched, fists tightened as he shoved them into his pockets. And when he opened his eyes…

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They were hard again. Cold.

And I wasn’t even surprised about it. Not one bit.

“You’re right,” he said. “All I’ve done is use you and… you deserve way better than that, Meadow. You deserve better, and that’s not me.‘

All the breath escaped my lungs. I wasn’t sure what I expected, but it wasn’t… that.

Not this.

My bottom lip quivered against my will, and when he noticed, he looked away.

This was stupid. He wasn’t worth this. Like he said, I deserved better. I certainly didn’t deserve this.

I steeled my chin and picked up my suitcase again.

“I hope you find what you’re looking for, Alaric.”

And then I was gone.

And he didn’t stop me this time.

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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.