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Fallen 55
Posted by Sara Lili, ? Views, Released on September 11, 2025
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Meadow’s POV: 

The moment I saw Alaric’s mother, it automatically made sense that her sons were so damn attractive. 

Ingrid Ashford was the epitome of elegance and beauty. Her blond hair was pulled back into a bun- something told me she hardly ever let it fall–her eyes a striking blue color that looked exactly like 

Nolan’s. 

She glided toward us in a blue dress that went all the way down, her cheekbones high as she smiled at a few guests. 

All of a sudden, I forgot how to breathe. 

Alaric must’ve somehow noticed how tense I was, because his arm came to rest on my lower back and he pulled me closer to him. 

“Relax, baby,” he murmured into my ear, sending a fresh wave of chill down my spine. 

“I can’t,” I said through gritted teeth. “You didn’t tell me she was this… intimidating.” 

How could I relax? The woman hadn’t even gotten to us yet and I could already feel her presence. Could 

already feel how important she was, both to her sons and the party guests. 

I 

Alaric didn’t respond, and for a second, I thought he didn’t hear me, but then he spoke. “She’ll behave.” 

That did nothing to calm me down. Alaric wasn’t denying that she was an intimidating woman. 

I wanted to say something else but Ingrid was already right in front of us. 

“Mein Herz,” she said in a light German accent. 

I had no idea what it meant but I figured it was meant for Alaric, because he stepped forward, hand slipping away from my waist as he did. “Mutti,” he breathed. 

She leaned in to air kiss him on both cheeks, and then she stepped back. “A little birdie told me that my 

sons were almost at each other’s throats, so I came here to check what the problem was.” 

Alaric exhaled. “Well, your little birdie was wrong, because it wasn’t like that,” 

And then his arm returned to my lower back again as he pulled me forward, giving me a reassuring smile before looking at his mother. 

“Mutti, this is my wife, Meadow.” My heart stuttered at the word “wife.” “Meadow, meet my mother- Ingrid.” 

I forced my heart to calm, putting on a small smile. “It’s very lovely to meet you, Ingrid.” I made sure my 

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voice was firm. 

Ingrid’s eyes slowly dragged over me from my head to my toes, and then back to my face. Something flashed in her eyes and my breath hitched. She turned back to Alaric. 

“Yes. The wife you married without informing your family.” 

Alaric’s grip tightened around my waist, and I wished I could see the expression on his face right now. Mutti-” 

“I do wish you could’ve introduced her, Mein Schatz…” she trailed off, her gaze shifting to me again. 

Because she is so flawless.” 

And then her eyes grew lighter, her lips pulling up in a full grin. 

The relief I felt was unlike anything I’d ever felt before, and I could feel the tension waft away from Alaric’s body in waves as his mother walked closer to me. 

Ingrid reached her hand out to my shoulders, and then she delivered an air kiss on both my cheeks. 

“Lovely to meet you too, Meadow. Welcome to my party and I hope you enjoy yourself.” 

She turned back to Alaric, fondly reaching out to fix his tie. “A few of your uncles are here, son. I would appreciate it if you went to them. Everybody wants to meet your beautiful wife, and possibly grill you about this sudden marriage.” 

“You know very well I answer to no one, Mutti.” Alaric’s tone was low and clipped. “I couldn’t be bothered 

less about relatives who are sulking because they weren’t at my wedding to pick and prod.” 

Ingrid let out a soft chuckle. “That is fair. I know you never much cared for big celebrations,” she said lightly, voice lowering as she continued. “Especially not after well, you know.” 

I felt Alaric tense beside me. It wasn’t an obvious shift, but I felt it. 

Whatever his mother had meant by ‘you know‘ had hit him. 

“Mother-” 

Without thinking, my hand slid from his arm down to his wrist and then his hand, wrapping around the only part of him that was exposed beneath the suit. 

I wasn’t sure what it would do, but I just needed him to relax. 

Alaric didn’t look at me, but his warm fingers curled around mine anyway in a light squeeze. 

My heart stuttered. 

When I looked back at Ingrid, she was staring pointedly at our hands, and she seemed frozen for a second, eyes narrowing like she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. 

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And when she opened her mouth, I thought she was going to ask about it, but she didn’t. Instead, she said: “I see I was insensitive, son. I apologize.” 

Her smile was tight when she looked at me. “Well, I’d best leave you to it then. I truly hope to see you at more of my parties, Meadow.” 

And then, wiggling her fingers in a little wave, she spun around on her heel and walked back into the 

crowd. 

And maybe I was imagining it, but something flashed in her eyes right before she turned. 

“You alright, baby?” Alaric’s voice was deep and low as he asked, raising our joined hands to his lips. 

My eyes fluttered. “So far, “I muttered, grabbing a glass of wine from a passing tray. “I need another glass. 

Your family is just so… intense.” 

His lips twitched, “You’re right. I should’ve given you a heads up. Sorry about that.” 

I couldn’t help the smile that made its way to my lips and I looked away, raising the glass to my mouth. 

And I froze. 

The hairs on the back of my neck stood at attention as the unsettling feeling that I was being watched 

crept across my skin. 

Alaric steered me somewhere else, and even as we walked past, I could feel it. 

“Something wrong?” Alaric asked as my brows drew together.. 

“Uh, yeah…” 

Who would be watching me that much? 

“Alaric Ashford!” I heard a voice exclaim and I turned in that direction, watching as a man who looked like he was Alaric’s age walked up to him. 

Alaric introduced him as an acquaintance of his, but my mind wasn’t even on that conversation 

Slowly, I turned my head, carefully skimming through the crowd. 

And then I stopped. 

Because my eyes met a familiar pair of brown eyes that were watching me over the rim of a wine glass. 

My heart fell 

No. 

No, no no. She couldn’t be here. Not now. 

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Her eyes were hard as she stared at me. And when she lowered her glass from her lips, she raised it in a mock gesture, and then turned back to nod and speak to the people beside her, as if nothing had happened 

“Baby,” Alaric whispered again. “You alright?“ 

I jerked my eyes to meet his instantly. I couldn’t let him know that I knew someone at this party. I 

later?” nodded, forcing a smile. “Of course. I just need to use the bathroom for a second. Can I find you 

His gaze narrowed only slightly. “Alright. I need to speak to some people anyway.” 

I handed him my wine glass before I made my way through the sparse crowd, 

I needed to regain myself. Figure out a way to endure this party without having to see her again. 

The last thing I needed was for Alaric to notice and then find a way to trace me back to her. That beat the entire point of hiding my past from him. 

I was about to turn the corner when I felt a hand wrap around my wrist. Hard. 

Surprised, I turned around, expecting to see her, but it wasn’t. It was Ingrid. 

Her smile didn’t reach her eyes as she asked: 

“How much did he pay you?” 

Fallen

Fallen

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Status: Ongoing Type: 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.

 

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