Fallen 70

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CHAPTER 0070

Meadow’s POV:

I regretted those words the moment they were out of my mouth but I couldn’t take them back. And frankly, I didn’t want to.

At least I was getting an expression other than cold indifference from Alaric.

His nostrils flared, eyes narrowing to slits. “I know what you’re trying to do, Meadow. Stop it, or I’ll make

you regret it.”

My heart stuttered at the look in his eyes–raw and almost primal. Heated.

He was getting turned on.

I swallowed as my eyes dropped to his sweatpants, where he was already sporting a hard bulge. I took a

step closer to him, hooking my fore fingers into the waistband as I stood on the tips of my toes. My

fingers grazed the skin of his abdomen, but barely. He tensed.

“Is that a threat?” I asked, staring straight at his mouth.

His breath came out in quick bursts as his eyes dropped to my mouth. I could see the confliction in his eyes. The anger, lust… shame.

“Come on, Alaric,” I whispered, my voice trembling, half with fear, the other half with need. “Let me clean your wounds and we can talk. Let me in. Please.”

His walls cracked. In one swift motion, he crashed his mouth onto mine, hard and punishing. I gasped as

his hand fisted my hair tightly, and he took that as an opportunity to deepen the kiss, sliding his tongue

into my mouth to claim me.

I clung to his arms, letting him walk us backward, his hands roaming underneath the shirt I was wearing.

My back landed softly against the wall and Alaric’s hand moved down to my bare ass, squeezing for a

second before delivering a sharp slap to it.

“No underwear?” I couldn’t read his tone.

“Didn’t have the chance to put one on because I was too focused on trying to follow the noises I was

hearing.”

Alaric tore his mouth from mine, and his eyes grew hard as his hand reached for the back of my neck, gripping it firmly. And then he… sneered at me.

“I knew you wanted something,” he said coldly. “You’re always so willing to open your legs whenever you want something for me.”

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My heart fell into my stomach. Gone was the heated look I saw in his eyes. Now all I saw was

indifference. Coldness.

He smirked darkly, leaning in until I felt his mouth graze my ear. “You know what I call women like you?”

My lips quivered. When I didn’t answer, Alaric applied a little more pressure to my neck. “Answer me,

Meadow.”

“No,” I whispered, shaking my head.

“Sluts.”

Bile rose up my throat. Alaric had called me a slut before, but not like this.

Not… literally.

Now it sounded like he meant it as an insult.

I whimpered.

“What do you want this time?” he continued, pulling back to look at me with narrowed eyes. “Your sister?” He scoffed. “You’re going to have to give me a lot more than a mediocre blowjob if you want that to

happen.”

A gasp tore from my throat and I pushed at his chest. “That is low, Alaric,” I gritted out. My vision blurred and I tried to push him away again, but my efforts were futile. “That is fucking low.”

“You know what’s low, Meadow?” Alaric asked smoothly, tilting his head. “Taking a load of shit from a sister who clearly hates you, and still loving her despite it. Still fucking caring about her when you know she’s not healthy for you. That is fucking low.”

My chin trembled and I raised my hand to slap him. I didn’t feel sorry even as his head snapped to the side. “And you’re the sudden expert on family?” I pushed at his chest again to no avail. “You know nothing about the relationship I have with my sister.”

I didn’t recognize the man standing in front of me. This cold, extremely cruel, indifferent man.

Maybe this was what Nolan had been referring to.

Alaric simply quirked a brow. “Don’t I?”

“Get away from me.”

“Well, you’re right. I don’t know much, but I know enough. Like the fact that your own sister was pretending to be you to sleep with professors. It’s one of the reasons you left school, isn’t it?”

I flinched, a rock forming in my throat as tears slid down my face.

“Stop,” I whimpered. “Please.”

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“Your sister dragged your name through the fucking mud, and as if that wasn’t enough, she put up an ad on fucking craigslist-”

“Stop-”

“-telling people about a rape fantasy she had, and then she put your address instead of hers. Lord knows how many fucking guys would’ve come to fulfill those fantasies had your friend not been at home with

you.”

My knees nearly gave out.

I stared at him through my tears, unable to breathe or move or think. Unable to believe the words coming

out of his mouth.

He knew.

He knew what happened to me in college. The fake rape ad. The professors… things no one but Nova

knew because they were too ugly for me to admit out loud. He had done a simple research and he knew.

And now he was throwing them at me so carelessly.

My hands trembled and I shook my head. “Stop it, Alaric. Please, let me go,” I cried. “Why would you do

this to me?”

“Because you’re weak minded. You’ve been manipulated by your sister so many times that you’re so used

to it, you see it as a norm. You always try to defend her, but your only defense is that she’s your sister. Tell

me something else, Meadow. I already know she’s your goddamn sister!”

I scowled at him. “Get away from me, Alaric. Now.”

Something crossed his eyes but it was gone too soon. His throat bobbed as he swallowed, stepping away

from me.

“I told you I was going to make you regret it.”

I wrapped my arms around my body, suddenly feeling cold. “So this was what? Some kind of revenge for pushing you earlier?”

He looked down at his knuckles. “You won’t always get your way with me, Meadow. You should have left

when I told you to.”

I exhaled a shaky breath and Alaric turned away from me, running a hand through his hair.

I hated it.

I hated him.

Crazy how a few hours ago we were making each other come.

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“You win, Alaric,” I choked out. “You hurt me. Are you satisfied now? Did it make you feel something?”

He said nothing, although his back tensed.

I waited a few more seconds for him to turn. And when he didn’t, I walked away. However, when I was

nearly at the door, the sound of his voice stopped me.

“I’ll be leaving for Vegas tomorrow.”

Somehow, his voice sounding softer broke my heart even further.

“Not sure when I’ll be back.”

I swallowed, pulling the door open.

“Good riddance.”

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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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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.