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CHAPTER 0095 

Alaric’s POV: 

When I took my phone out of the pocket of my jacket, I didn’t know what I was expecting. But it was definitely not a photo of my wife in a pink lingerie set. 

Fuck. Me. 

I couldn’t see her face as her back was facing the camera. Meadow was holding her hair up casually, but her ass was the main fucking meal. Barely covered by the pink scrap of material, her big, bubble butt just fucking… stared at me. Inviting me to have a taste. 

My teeth scraped over my bottom lip as I trailed my finger over her figure on the screen. The photo was daring. Maybe a little too daring. 

Which was why I opened the surveillance feed on my laptop and went straight to her room. Meadow was standing by her bed, running a hand through her hair and… fucking biting her nails from nervousness, and it seemed she wasn’t even aware she was doing it until she just stopped all of a sudden as if she’d only realized. 

Meadow was too innocent to pull this off–although, I did appreciate the effort. I was going to take more of those photos later. 

Fuck. This fucking set. I was going to take it off with my teeth. 

“Distracting me while I’m at work?” I asked smoothly, hearing the slight hitch of her breath through my phone’s speaker. “How very naughty of you, Doe.” 

There was a pause on her end, and I could practically hear her swallow. I looked at the surveillance and she was curling her fingers around her hair. And I couldn’t exactly see her face, but I could already tell she was biting her bottom lip. I pushed the head of my ballpen down a few times, reveling in the click sounds. 

“Well, you said you were going to teach me a few lessons,” she replied airily. 

I leaned back into my seat, taking the head of my ballpen to my teeth, biting it gently. “And what if I was in a board meeting when you sent this?” 

“Were you?” 

Another chuckle. “You sound hopeful, baby. Did you wish I was in a meeting when you sent this… wonderfully posed photo of yourself?” 

She stayed quiet for too long and I watched as she settled on the edge of the bed. “Maybe.” 

“Maybe.” A smirk pulled at a corner of my lips. “Maybe is never enough, Meadow.” 

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She looked straight at the camera now, like she knew I was watching her, and then, tilting her head slightly, she said firmly. “Yes. I’d hoped that you were in a meeting.” 

My cock jumped. “That’s a dangerous fantasy, Meadow.” I paused, narrowing my gaze as images began to assault my mind. “But it’s nothing compared to mine.” 

The kind of things I fantasized about doing to Meadow here in my office were–to simply put it–insane. 

But in the best way. 

I could already taste her lingering question before she even asked it. “Will you tell me what your fantasy is, Alaric?” 

The way Meadow said my name was enough for me to bust a nut in my fucking pants. It’s like it was made for her beautiful tongue. And when she was moaning it, when she was crying out with my name on her lips, it was fucking phenomenal. 

Undoing my tie, I yanked it off my neck and popped the first two buttons of my black shirt. It was getting fucking hot in here. Or maybe it was from the heat in her voice–because the air conditioning was on. 

I was already losing control, and she wasn’t even anywhere close to me. 

Meadow stood up, phone still pressed to her ear, and then she stepped toward her vanity. She placed the phone on top of the table so I could only assume I was on speaker now. 

And then she did something I definitely was not expecting. 

Her fingers reached for her panties and she started to slide it down. “Don’t take it off, Meadow.” My voice 

was low. 

She froze for a second, and then spun around to face the camera. “I just wanted to confirm that you’re watching me right now, you perv,” she teased. 

I let out an amused breath. “You get off on taunting me, Doe. I should punish you for that. Bend you over my desk and fucking spank that ass until it’s red. I’d make sure you cried loud enough for my employees to hear.” I paused. “Most especially, your ex–boyfriend.” 

Meadow gasped, and I knew that she was already wet. Always fucking ready for me. 

I just told her one of my fantasies and I could tell her face was flushed. 

“Would you like that, Meadow?” I asked, rising to my feet. “Would you like me to punish you with Tyler Cross watching? Would you like me to fuck you from behind while I force him to watch us? To watch me claim the pussy he never could have?” 

Tyler Cross still wasn’t aware that Meadow was my wife. I’d thought that with Juniper out, it was only a matter of time before he found out. But I could tell that he still didn’t know, which meant she hadn’t told 

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him yet. 

And all I could do was wonder why. 

Having Meadow here would be the perfect element of surprise. Everyone knew I was married but no one except the people at Mutti’s party had seen her face. And my mother rarely ever let photographers into 

her parties. 

And I hadn’t exactly gone out in public with her, but soon, I would. 

“Alaric…” Meadow choked out. 

“Yes or no, Meadow?” 

She swallowed. “Fuck, yes.‘ 

Fucking hell. I raised my fist to my mouth as I pushed away from the table, biting so hard into it that I could feel the pressure. 

My wife was going to fucking kill me. I tasted something tangy and pulled my fist away from my mouth. 

A little blood trickled out of my still–healing knuckles. 

That yes was all I fucking needed. 

“Alaric?” my wife whispered. 

I leaned closer to the laptop, watching her every move. “You know you deserve to be punished for teasing 

me this evening, don’t you?” 

She let out a breath. “Yes, daddy. I’m sorry- 

“Not enough.” My voice lowered. “Get on the bed and spread your legs open.” 

I was already packing up. Shrugging of my jacket, I watched as she went to do as I said, breathing shakily 

over my phone’s speaker. 

She lay flat on her bed, knees bent, those beautiful thighs open. And I didn’t know if it was intentional, 

but a moan escaped her mouth. 

I adjusted my cock in my pants. 

“I’m leaving the office now, baby,” I murmured. “I want you to touch yourself with your panties on.” 

“What?” Meadow gasped. 

“You heard me. Touch yourself with your panties on, and don’t you dare attempt to slide those pretty fingers into your bare pussy.” 

Meadow was going to go fucking insane by the time I was at home. She’d be desperate to slip her fingers 

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in her panties and stroke her clit and fuck her hole with her fingers, but I wasn’t going to let her. 

“I’ll be watching you,” I added before I ended the call. 

Meadow’s chest rose and fell as she breathed, her phone beside her head on the bed. And right before I shut my laptop down and moved onto my phone’s surveillance, she started to slide her fingers down her 

bra. 

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Fallen

Fallen

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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.

 

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