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Fallen 98
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CHAPTER 0098 

Meadow’s POV: 

CRACK! 

The first slash of the belt on my skin drew out a loud gasp from my throat. And like before, the pain slowly dulled down and transformed into a pleasure that had me whimpering. 

I fisted my hands into the sheets as Alaric ran his palm over the sore spot, and then, before I realized what was happening, he tore through the middle of my panties. 

Alaric let out a satisfied hum, running a finger down the middle of my ass, now exposed after the tearing. He paused over the tight hole, circling his finger around it. 

I started to jerk forward but Alaric was quick to grab my hip in a firm grip so I couldn’t move. “Alaric…” My voice shook. This was a new territory for me. I wasn’t sure I could- 

“Relax, baby,” he murmured. “I’m not going to claim this pretty hole of yours. At least not today,” he added as his voice went deeper. I whimpered, burying my face into the sheets as a breath of relief escaped me. 

“You’re scared.” It wasn’t a question. 

When I didn’t say anything, he chuckled. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll get you ready when it’s time. I’ll always 

take care of you. Don’t ever forget that.” 

I turned my face to the side so now my cheek was on the bed. “Okay, daddy,” I whispered, my breath hitching as his fingers grazed over my wet heat, pushing through the folds. 

“Just look how fucking soaked you are. You enjoy being punished.” His grip on my hip tightened, the belt grazing my skin as he held me open for him. “Maybe I should thank that pathetic waiter for giving me an 

excuse to remind you who you belong to.” 

His hand on my hip disappeared for a second, and then he brought the belt down again on my ass with 

another loud crack. 

“Fuck!” My cry echoed throughout the room. “I’m yours, daddy. Just yours.” The pain numbed as 

something way sweeter spread to my core. 

Alaric’s palm smoothed over the sting again with slow strokes and I let out a hiss. Every single nerve 

ending was hot. 

“Fuck, Meadow,” he rasped. “Look how red this perfect ass is.” He delivered a spank to my ass and a low moan escaped my mouth. I started to push back without even realizing I was doing it, until he gripped my hip again. 

“You’re getting punished for misbehaving and you still continue to misbehave.” 

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CHAPTER 0098 

+15 BONUS 

“I’m sorry, daddy,” I whimpered, burying my face harder into the sheets as his finger finally slipped into my hole without a warning. “I can’t… I can’t help it.” 

“Of course, you can,” he replied with a chuckle, pulling his finger out. I felt him move behind me, and then 

his warm breath fanned my core as he continued. “You’re just not trying hard enough.” 

“Please, daddy,” I gasped, not sure what exactly I was begging for–more strokes or his mouth on my core. 

“The most gorgeous pussy.” Wonder coated his voice and I felt heat creep up my neck. Alaric always 

showered me with praises. I wasn’t sure I’d ever get used to that. Growing up as the ignored, insulted 

twin, Alaric’s praises, no matter how dirty they were, always gave me a sense of belonging. 

And I think he knew that. 

“Does my pussy know who she belongs to, Meadow?” My body quivered, multiple shivers running down 

my spine as he spoke to my wet, throbbing core. 

“Yes,” I cried. “God, yes. You. She belongs to you, daddy.” 

“That’s fucking right,” he rasped. “I’m the only one who can give her what she wants. You know that. Right, baby?” 

“Please…” I choked out. I was dying with anticipation, aching for his tongue on my core. And just when I 

thought he wouldn’t give me what I was begging for, I felt his tongue lick me from my clit to my hole. 

“Mmmyes…” My back arched and I pushed back for more, but the warmth from Alaric’s mouth wasn’t even near my pussy anymore. He was on his feet in an instant, and the belt came down again without 

warning. 

“Don’t be greedy, Doe,” he growled through my cries, rubbing his palm over the spot that stung. “I’ve told you before, you take only what I give you.” 

I gasped, feeling the leather of his belt slipping through my folds. Alaric moved it slowly from my center to my clit and back again a few times. 

“Such a quivering fucking mess,” he hissed. “I should give you some more strokes so my message can 

sink in.” 

I held my breath, waiting for him to continue. “Would you like that, Meadow? Or would you like me to fuck you?” 

I swallowed. His tone was light, but there was an edge to it, as if whatever I chose would come with a 

condition. 

“Who was with you at the restaurant, Meadow? Hm?” 

My breath caught. “I-” 

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“If you’re thinking of lying, don’t. Or this moment will be over faster than you can even blink.” 

My heart pounded hard against my ribcage as light sweat broke out on my skin. I couldn’t tell him that I was with Clarissa. I definitely couldn’t tell him that I was with Nova, because Alaric knew she was sick. 

That only left… 

“I was with Juniper,” I lied smoothly, hoping he wouldn’t notice the strain in my voice. I didn’t know what he was going to do with this answer. Not that he had the right to. Juniper was my sister, and he never 

said anything about not seeing her. 

Alaric was silent for a long moment. Way too long. Maybe even up to a minute. But then, he hummed, deep and low. 

And before I could say anything else, he pulled me up by my hair with that same gentle force, until my 

back was against his chest, knees still on the bed. 

My heart was beating out of my chest as Alaric ran his nose along the length of my neck, inhaling deeply. His other hand traced up my spine, pausing on the lacy material of the bra, and then he unhooked it. 

I let it fall down my arms, and his hand was cupping my breasts in an instant while the one on my hair 

moved to my neck as he peppered kisses on my neck, sucking on a spot that made me whimper with 

pleasure. 

“Daddy…” I moaned, arching my back as he rubbed circles around my nipple with his thumb. 

“Yes, baby?” he answered, trailing the same hand down my stomach and pelvis, until finally, he cupped me, trailing his middle finger up and down my slit. I pushed back against the dent in his trousers. He was hard. So fucking hard it had to be painful at this point. 

I turned my head slightly so my mouth was near his. “What are you going to do to me?” 

He chuckled. “Glad you asked.” And then he pulled on the sides of the already torn panties so they fell on the bed. Alaric let go of me and I fell onto the bed again, face down, ass up. 

I heard the sound of his zipper going down and a moan slipped out of my mouth. In seconds, I could feel the head of his cock hovering at my entrance, moving up and down as he gathered my juices. 

“Oh god,” I whimpered when his head pushed into me, the first ladder of his piercing grazing the soft skin before he pulled out. 

“I’ve lost my patience, Meadow,” he rasped. “I’m going to fuck you hard and fast.” 

And then he slammed into me to the hilt. 

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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