Fallen 53

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CHAPTER 0053

Meadow’s POV:

Make sure they have her contained

There was no way Alaric was referring to someone else when he said that. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but when I walked into the garage and he didn’t notice me because he was on the phone, I just stood there And I caught the end of a very important conversation.

He was talking about Juniper–with Trip, no doubt

“We’ll discuss what to do with her? What the hell did that mean?

What were they doing to her?

I forced my expression to be neutral

“West isn’t driving us there?” I asked. I looked around, spotting the SUV West usually drove, my eyes widening at the number of cars in this garage.

I didn’t know much about cars, but I knew what luxury vehicles looked like–and these were examples of

them

“No.” he replied simply “Is it a crime to want to be alone with you?”

I forced a smile, looking away.

I wanted to ask Alaric about the part of the phone call that I’d heard, but when I opened my mouth,

something else came out.

“I’m ready” And then I slid into the passenger seat

Alaric’s form was tense as he shut the door and turned around to his side.

Thankfully, he didn’t say a word to me for most of the long drive, and he seemed to be deep in thought. But I didn’t mind. I had no idea what I would say or do if he’d tried to speak to me, because I was still gathering up the courage to ask about my sister

The last time I mentioned her, he’d been so dismissive. God knows what he’d do if

“Meadow” Alaric’s voice was deeper than usual as it cut into my thoughts, bringing me back to the car.

I turned to him. I thought he must’ve asked me a question but I was too deep in my own thoughts to hear hum “Sorry?“”

“Are you nervous?” he muttered, sparing me a glance before he faced the road “Is that why you’re so quiet?”

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I let out a breathy laugh “Well, you don’t seem to be saying anything either.”

Alaric hummed. “Fair enough. But you’re meeting my mother in a few minutes, Meadow.” His mouth pulled up into a smirk. “Your nervousness is practically radiating all over this car.”

He was right. I was nervous. So fucking nervous that I’d been practicing what on earth I was going to say

to his mother when I finally met her. But most of that nervousness had already been trumped by worry

and curiosity.

I needed to find my sister. Needed to get her out of wherever the hell they were keeping her.

I flipped my hair, my hands shaking as I spoke. “Well, I’m not supposed to be nervous, though, am I?”

He glanced at me with narrowed eyes and a rock formed in my throat. I swallowed.

“You have every right to feel nervous, Meadow.”

“But I’m not supposed to,” I said quietly, hoping my voice wouldn’t betray me. “We both know this isn’t a real marriage, Alaric, so it’s not like you’re introducing me as the love of your life. The real one, anyway.”

If I weren’t watching the side of his face, I would’ve missed the subtle way his jaw clenched and unclenched, and the way his grip barely tightened around the steering wheel.

My heart dropped

“Still doesn’t mean you can’t be nervous about meeting new people.”

And then he turned to glance at me again, something I couldn’t recognize swirling in his eyes as he

asked: “Are you okay, Meadow?”

“Yeah,” I lied, letting out a breath. “I am. I just… you’re right. I am nervous. Sorry.”

He hummed again but he didn’t say another word.

My eyes scanned the touchscreen display on the dashboard. The GPS. If Alaric had taken this car, which I was almost fully certain he did, the history would probably be there.

But… no. Maybe I should ask nicely.

Feeling a new wave of confidence wash over me, I cleared my throat, shifting my gaze to the side of his

face again.

“Alaric… can I ask you something?”

“Anything, love,” he murmured, teeth scraping over his bottom lip.

My heart skipped and a shiver ran down my spine from the buttery smoothness of his voice.

“And you promise to answer honestly?”

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He hesitated. “What’s this about?” His voice was tight now.

I took a deep breath. “Where’d you go the night we were interrupted? Was it really work?”

He didn’t hesitate this time. “Yes, it was.”

I almost believed him. Almost. Alaric was a damn good liar and had no single tell. Not that I’d noticed, anyway. But with the tension in the car and the way his voice had gone cold instantly.

“You’re lying “I said before I could stop myself. “You hate it when I lie to you but then you lie to me without so much as a blink.”

He said nothing, but I noticed the way his nostrils flared. “Meadow-”

“Where were you, Alaric?” I asked. My voice was shaky now and a sheen of sweat coated my skin.

His throat bobbed, and nearly a minute passed before he spoke again. “You heard the call.”

It wasn’t a question

I decided to be honest. “Not much. Just enough to know that you had her committed and are now keeping her ‘contained‘ like she’s some kind of criminal-

“She is a criminal,” he said simply.

I scoffed. “But she’s my sister, Alaric.“I took his hand in mine–the one that wasn’t on the steering. And then I squeezed so he could feel me. Alaric tensed.

“She’s the only family that I have left, and you taking her away like that against her will and mine is just…

wrong.”

Alaric glanced at me, his eyes hard, and when he opened hith, he said: “We can talk about this later.”

Just that. A fucking command.

“What?” I stuttered. “Alaric, no! We-”

“We’re here, Meadow,” he cut in. The car slowed to a stop and I looked out the window to see that we weren’t on the highway any longer.

We happened to be parked–along with other cars–in some sort of driveway. And not far from us was a

mansion.

One even much bigger than Alaric’s.

His mother’s house, I supposed.

Now, the panic really set in.

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My breath heaved and Alaric squeezed my hand the way I squeezed his “Hey,” he whispered.

I whipped around to face him.

“We’ll talk about your sister later, okay? I promise.” He sighed, gently raising my hand to his mouth and placing a kiss on the back of my hand.

Something fluttered in my stomach.

“But right now, I need you not to be upset with me for a few hours, baby. Can you do that?”

Fuck. Me.

I hated it when he spoke to me like that because there was no way I was going to say no. And he knew

that.

“Yes,” I breathed. “Okay.”

He smirked. “That’s my girl.”

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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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.