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Fallen 57
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Meadow’s POV 

Yvonne stepped further into the bathroom, her heels clicking against the tiles as she crossed her arms in front of her chest. 

“Oh yeah?” she scoffed. “I mean, you ran away from me the moment you turned eighteen because you couldn’t stand being around me, but sure, Meadow. Long time no see.” 

I clenched my jaw. 

Yvonne was only ten years older than Juniper and me. When the incident happened with my parents and we were practically orphaned, she was nearly done with college and offered to take us in right when they were considering putting us in foster homes. 

She raised us for eight years, and she was right. The moment I turned eighteen, I left and never looked back. But Juniper followed me per usual. 

My brows drew together. “That’s not why I left. You know I left because of that scholarship.” 

I needed to get away from that city, from that life–even if Juniper trailing me halfway across the country defeated the entire purpose. But I was content, Because I’d received a scholarship to college and didn’t have to spend my father’s dirty money in disguise of a trust fund. 

And not even two years later, Juniper ruined it for me. 

“Yeah.” She let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head. “But it has been five years and you never contacted me. Not once. You didn’t answer when I called… and then I come to a party organized by Ingrid and I find out that you’re the…mystery woman her son married? What the hell, Meadow?” 

I shrugged. “I didn’t know you were going to be here.” 

“So if you knew I was going to be here, you wouldn’t have come?” 

“Maybe.” 

Yvonne regarded me silently, letting out a breath as she shook her head. “I can’t believe this. You know, an apology would be nice, Meadow. And maybe a “thank you“? I sacrificed eight years of my life because I wanted you and Juni to be happy, and the second you had a chance, you just left me a half–assed letter 

and- 

“My trust fund,” I cut in. 

I’d given her access to my trust fund in the letter that I left her. Not that she needed it, but it was just a 

way of saying thank you. And goodbye to that life. 

“That I didn’t need.” She stepped forward, her manicured nails tapping against the counter. “Did you ever 

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stop to think about how that made me feel?” 

The backs of my eyelids burned, guilt clawing its way out of my chest. I blinked hard. I was eternally grateful to Yvonne. She loved us, and I knew that my leaving had broken her. 

“Of course, I did,” I muttered. “But I just… I couldn’t stay, and once I left, I couldn’t come back.” 

Yvonne’s eyes turned glassy and she choked out a wet laugh. And then she extended her arms out, inviting me in for a hug 

I accepted that invitation without any hesitation. 

“God, I’ve missed you so much,” she whispered into my hair when I collapsed into her embrace. She felt familiar. She felt… like home. Not the home I spent the first eleven years of my life, but the home that Yvonne had built for me. 

“I know,” I whispered back. “And I’ve missed you too. I’m so sorry, Yvonne.” 

She chuckled. “I forgive you, love. You have no idea how much I wanted to search for you. But I knew you didn’t want me to. And Juni…” she exhaled. “How is she?” 

A shiver racked my body. I don’t know,‘ I wanted to say. I don’t even know where she is, where my husband took her.‘ 

But that would only raise questions that I wasn’t ready to answer. Juniper may have been stubborn and mean to her and ruthless to me, but Yvonne still loved her as much as she did me. 

So, I said: “She’s fine. Just wreaking havoc, I guess.” 

“Well, when next you see her, tell her to give me a call, alright? I miss you both.” 

“Sure,” I murmured in response. 

We pulled away from each other as she laughed airily. For a moment, Yvonne watched me carefully, an expression that I couldn’t read on her face. And then, her lips pursed. 

“So… Alaric Ashford? How did that happen?” Her voice was low, laced with something I couldn’t quite catch. 

I swallowed, giving a half–hearted shrug. “It just… did=” 

“Don’t give me that bullshit, Meadow,” She cut in “I may have given you the freedom and privacy you needed, but that doesn’t mean I wasn’t keeping tabs on you.” Her gaze narrowed. “And last I checked, you were dating that fucking loser–I’m sorry, but it’s true,” she added when I shot her a glare. 

Something boiled within me and my nostrils flared. “Well, if you were keeping tabs like you say you were, then you’d have known that he was Juniper’s boyfriend. Not mine.” 

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“What do you….” Yvonne’s brows furrowed for a second, and then her eyes widened as realization hit her.” 

No. She didn’t.” 

“She did.” 

“I didn’t know,” Yvonne said quickly, running her hand through her hair. “I swear, I didn’t.” 

“I’m not trying to blame you, Yvonne. I just wish you’d let me go like I asked.” 

She looked in the mirror, dropping her purse on the counter and taking out a bold red lipstick. “Well, 

forgive me for caring about you.” 

1 scoffed. 

“And it’s because 

I care about you that I have to ask this, Meadow.” Her eyes found mine in the mirror. 

Why did you marry him? Is it the money?” 

I froze. 

“I didn’t touch your trust fund, honey. It’s still there, waiting for you. So if it’s money you need, you can- 

My jaw clenched. “Wow, if everyone was making assumptions, I didn’t think you’d be a part of them.” 

Yvonne’s nostrils flared slightly. “Well, you can’t expect me to think anything else, can you?” She exhaled. “But come on, Meadow. Alaric Ashford? No, please. Anyone but him.” 

Something tugged at my chest. Yvonne was talking like she knew Alaric. Or at least, knew the kind of person he was. But I didn’t care. People needed to stop fucking telling me what to do! 

“Now, why would you say that? Do you know him intimately?” 

Something soft crossed her eyes and my breath stuttered. I didn’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t this. I’d meant that as a sick joke. My brows furrowed, and she noticed. Her shoulders sagged. 

“Just once.” 

I hummed. 

“But Meadow, I know enough to know that he’s not good for you, alright?” She dropped her lipstick, taking my hands in hers as she looked from the mirror to me. “Whatever you’re getting from him, it’s not worth it, okay? Stay away from him.” 

I snatched my hands from her grip. Something about Yvonne being intimate with Alaric left a bitter taste. in my mouth. Even convincing myself that he couldn’t feel her and had to be overly stimulated to feel anything remotely sexual, didn’t do anything to ebb the taste. 

All I could think of was him fucking her. 

While he’d never even fucked me once. 

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When I spoke, my voice was low. “He’s my husband, Yvonne.” I flipped my hair back. “I can’t stay away.” 

Something flashed in her eyes. “You’re making a big mistake, Meadow. He’s not–Fuck,” she muttered. “I suppose there’s no need to talk to you about this. You’re as stubborn as your mother once was.” 

My jaw ticked. I was nothing like that woman. But Yvonne didn’t say that to hurt me. She was genuinely 

concerned. 

“Hey…” I started with a sigh, taking her hand in mine now. “I’m sorry, Yvonne. For everything. And I promise, I’ll be fine. But I’m going to need you to do me a favor.” 

“What, babe?“, 

I kept my eyes on hers. “Right now, I’m enjoying being unknown, okay? You’re here, and you know who I am, but if you could just keep it to yourself, I’d appreciate that.” 

I didn’t want anyone to know that I knew Yvonne–especially Alaric. I didn’t want to be tied down by my 

past. My roots. 

Yvonne pursed her lips. 

“Please, Aunt Yvonne,” I said desperately. 

A few seconds passed before she sighed, rolling her eyes. “Fine. I’ll keep your secret. As long as you stop calling me that god–awful name. You’re the only one who still calls me that.” 

Relief washed over me and I laughed. Yvonne had always hated her middle name, only preferring to be 

called by her first 

Shaking my head, I turned back to the mirror to run my hands under the tap. 

“I never much liked your other name, Clarissa,” 

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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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