Fallen 79

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CHAPTER 0079

Meadow’s POV:

Alaric had just walked out on me in my most vulnerable moment. My eyes were closed, and he just… left.

I should’ve known that his indifferent expression was just that. Indifferent.

He didn’t care.

My skin pulsed with a different kind of heat as I got out of the pool. Anger. Disgust at myself. Embarrassment.

Hatred.

I let him use me again. I let him talk me into doing what he wanted and he just left me high and dry.

Letting out a shaky breath, I reached for a nearby towel, not even bothering to remove my bikini from the pool before I stormed out of the pool room.

But I didn’t go to my room. No.

I went straight to Alaric’s room.

If he thought I was going to let him walk out on me and push me away after I just fucking bared myself to him, then he definitely had another thing coming.

My towel was barely clinging to me, my wet hair dripping down my back, but I didn’t care. All I could

think about was the way he played me again and my blood boiled hotter.

I shoved the door to his bedroom open, my breathing shallow as I opened my mouth to confront him. And

I froze.

Alaric was leaning forward, his knuckles on the desk, head hanging between his shoulder blades.

I tightened my grip on the towel. “Was that you trying to hurt me again?”

When I charged into this room, I was prepared to release hell, but now, watching how tense his back was,

my voice was so small.

I was wary.

“Alaric,” I muttered. He didn’t say a word to me. Not until I stepped toward the desk, observing his knuckles. A soft gasp escaped my throat when I saw the blood.

“You’re not fully healed yet,” I snapped, taking his hands away from the table and turning them over in mine. “What’s going on, Alaric? Why did you just leave me there? And why are you hurting yourself again

“I can’t feel it, remember?” His voice was deep, soft. A huge contrast to the night before he left for Vegas.

“Doesn’t mean you can’t catch an infection,” I replied, my brows drawing together as I dragged my eyes up to his face. “You could literally bleed out and you wouldn’t even…”

I trailed off as something flashed in Alaric’s eyes. Something resembling pain.

My throat tightened and I gently reached out to place my palm flat on his chest, right over his heart.

“It’s happened before, hasn’t it?” I asked slowly.

His jaw clenched hard and he looked away, hesitating before he replied, “Once.”

My pulse quickened.

“Sliced my palm open years ago because I wanted to feel something. It had only been months since I lost

my sense of touch and I was going fucking crazy.”

I didn’t move. I barely even managed to breathe. Because here Alaric was, telling me something about his

past.

What if I blinked and the moment disappeared?

“As expected, I didn’t feel a thing. Didn’t bother to patch up before I fell asleep so I didn’t realize that I was bleeding out.” He paused, throat bobbing as he swallowed. “If Mutti hadn’t come into my room and found me passed out, I would’ve died.”

My lips parted but I didn’t know what to say.

Alaric’s eyes dropped to my hand on his chest and he took it in his. “I try not to let it get to me, but. sometimes, it’s fucking difficult, Meadow.” His voice was tight now. “But I always patch myself up.

Always.”

“Why are you telling me this?” I found myself asking.

Alaric was silent for a while. He reached out to touch my face with the back of his palm, smearing blood

all over my cheeks. But I didn’t pull away.

Instead, I stepped even closer.

“You said you wanted me to show you how intense things could get. And that night, you said you wanted.

me to let you in.”

I nodded in response, leaning into his touch as he stroked my now bloody cheek.

Alaric smirked. “But I still don’t think you’re ready for any of that yet.”

My heart fell. “But-”

“Let me finish, Meadow,” he cut in. “You’re always so quick to jump into conclusions.”

Heat crept up my neck. Alaric’s eyes glinted with mild amusement as he pulled back.

And then he stepped away from me, walking toward the bed.

I stood there, my grip tightening around the edge of the desk as I watched his back muscles ripple with

every movement he made.

He approached the bed, and then picked something from it. Something I didn’t realize was there when I

walked in.

“However…” he murmured. “I’m willing to compromise.”

And when he turned to face me with the object in his hand, all the breath escaped from my lungs.

I had never seen it in real life before, but I had seen enough movies and read enough books to know what

this was. An adjustable iron bar with ankle straps attacked to it.

A spreader bar.

My heart skipped a beat as Alaric snapped it open without hesitation, startling me.

The smirk didn’t leave his face. “Do you know what this is, Meadow?”

I swallowed. “Spreader bar.” I couldn’t recognize my voice. My grip tightened around the towel and my

hand trembled.

Not in fear, but in anticipation.

What was Alaric going to do to me tonight?

“Come here,” he ordered in that deep, smooth tone of his that had a shiver running down my spine and heat settling between my thighs. Slowly, I walked over to where he stood by the bed.

My gaze shifted to the locked door.

As if Alaric could read my thoughts, he said: “I haven’t been through that door in a long time, Meadow.”

His hand reached for the back of my neck, pulling me against him.

A gasp escaped me.

“But tonight, I had to go in there because of you. Because I’m ready to make a deal with you.”

My pulse spiked, heart pounding against my ribcage as the anticipation grew. My eyes dropped to his mouth and back to his face. “What kind of deal?” I whispered.

Alaric’s eyes flashed for a second, and then he spoke.

“I’m going to give you what you’ve wanted since the first night we met.” His other reached for my towel and ripped it off my body without hesitation. Hunger swirled in his eyes as his gaze raked over me.

I couldn’t think.

The one thing I’d been asking Alaric for was…

“You mean…”

His hand trailed down my ass and he squeezed. “Yes, Meadow.”

Alaric leaned in, grip tightening more around my neck until his lips grazed the shell of my ear.

“I’m going to fuck you tonight,” he rasped. “But only under my terms.”

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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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.