“Take off your dress, Meadow.” “Why?” “Because your ex is watching,” he said, leaning back into his seat. “And I want him to see what he lost.” ••••*••••*••••* Meadow Russell was supposed to get married to the love of her life in Vegas. Instead, she walked in on her twin sister moaning on top her fiance. One drink at the bar turned to ten. One drunken mistake turned into reality. And one stranger’s offer turned into a contract that she signed with shaking hands and a diamond ring. Alaric Ashford is the devil in a tailored Tom Ford suit. Billionaire CEO. Brutal. Possessive. And completely uninterested in love until a broken girl in a white croptop with the word, “BRIDE” written on it, slurs out her pain and dares him to ruin everything. But their marriage is built on rage, power and secrets. Alaric wants control. Meadow wants vengeance. And what starts as a contract quickly turns into obsession. Alaric doesn’t like to share what’s his. Not his company. Not his wife. And definitely not his revenge.
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“Hi. I have a reservation. Meadow Russell.” The receptionist raised her gaze to look at me, and then she jerked back slightly, eyes raking over me from top to bottom. Her deep red-colored lips were pulled down in a sneer. “You’re kidding, right?” she scoffed, turning to the lady beside her who had a similar expression on her face. I blinked, frowning. “Excuse me?” The receptionists exchanged another look that made my skin crawl. What the hell was wrong with them? All I wanted to do was get the keys to my room and wait for my fiance, Tyler. We were getting married in a few hours. It was going to be a private ceremony, just me and him. And I wasn’t going to let anyone shit on my plans—much less a couple of rude receptionists. The red-lipped receptionist tilted her head at me. “You already checked in two hours ago. If this is some kind of prank, I’d suggest you quit it now before I call security.” My brows furrowed. “What? I haven’t checked in.” A nervous laugh escaped my mouth. The second receptionist glanced at me as if she was considering something, and then she turned to red lip. “Show her.” Red lip scowled at me, but she did as she was told. She turned her laptop to face me, clicking on a button. And then she pointed at something. The check-in list. And sure enough, my name was there. Meadow Russell. “Oh,” I let out a laugh. “It’s probably my fiance. He must have checked in with my name. I was supposed to get here before him though, that’s why I’m so surprised.” The receptionists exchanged another look. They seemed confused. “That’s not a funny joke, miss,” the second receptionist said. “You checked in with a man two hours ago. I know that because I complimented that cute top you’re wearing.” I glanced down at the white crop top with the word, “BRIDE” written across it. Tyler had gotten me this top a few days ago. He said he saw it and thought it would look really good for the wedding. “And then you said you’re getting married real soon,” red lip finished for her. Something heavy—along with my heart—dropped into my stomach. Something was wrong. “This has to be a misunderstanding…” I trailed off. Because there was no way… No fucking way. “That wasn’t me,” I said firmly this time. They exchanged another glance, and when they both looked at me, I could see something resembling pity in their expression. I didn't like that look. At all. Finally, Red lip sighed. “I don’t know why, but I believe you. Then she leaned backward to search for something. She emerged with a key card. “I hope you get things sorted out,” she muttered, forcing a smile on her face. I couldn’t breathe the entire way up the elevator. This wasn’t possible. She wouldn’t… No. Not after everything. But even as I swiped the key card to unlock the door to our room, my heart raced, and bile rose up my throat. Opening the door only confirmed my fears. My twin sister, Juniper, was straddling my fiance, moaning out loud as he rammed into her from under. For a full minute, all I could do was stare. I stood there, my bag dropping onto the floor with a soft thud. The insides of my cheek hurt because of how hard I was biting them. Tears had long blurred my vision. And they hadn't even noticed me. ‘Maybe he didn’t know,’ I said to myself. ‘Maybe he thought Juni was me.’ But even without saying those words out loud, I realized how awfully stupid they sounded. Tyler and I had never had sex. “Mmhm, yes. That’s it, baby,” Juniper moaned. “You fuck me so good, babe.” Something inside of me broke, screaming at me to turn around, leave quietly and never show my face again. But something stronger dared me to stay. So that’s what I did. “Juniper…?” My voice cracked. “Tyler?” They both turned to look at me at the same time. Surprise and something else flared in Tyler’s expression, but it was gone before I could blink. He pushed her off him, and Juniper had the nerve to moan. “Seriously, Ty? I was close.” Ty? “Meadow,” Tyler heaved as he jumped out of the bed, not even bothering to cover his junk. “I swear, I thought she was you. I didn’t—” He started to reach for my arm but I jerked back, my eyes focused on one person and one person alone. Juniper. She had a smug grin on her face as she arranged her disheveled hair. “Oh, please, baby,” she said airily. “It’s time we cut the act, don’t you think? It’s getting too pathetic.” Tyler turned to face her. “Come on. It’s fun.” “What is… what are you…?” I was speechless. Stunned. It didn’t look like this was some kind of first time mistake. It looked like they knew each other really well. And there’s no way that was even possible. Because I’d never introduced Juniper to Tyler. I hadn’t even seen Juniper in two years. “How—” Juniper let out a sharp laugh as she stood up. She also didn’t bother to cover up, so both of them were stark naked in front of me. “She’s going into shock, baby. We should put her out of her misery right away, shouldn’t we?” She mused, walking over to where Tyler stood. And then she pulled him toward her and kissed him right in front of me, letting out a soft moan and a giggle. I wanted to leave so badly, but my feet wouldn’t move. For some reason, they were glued to the floor. And for an even more fucked reason, I couldn’t look away. I watched Juniper grab Tyler’s still-hard dick in her hand and jerk it back and forth while her eyes remained on mine. “Y–you said…” I struggled to form words. I couldn’t even recognize my own voice. “You said you weren’t ready to have sex yet, Tyler,” I said shakily. “You said you’d wait till we were married.” Tyler threw his head back and laughed, biting his lip and groaning slightly due to the pleasure he was receiving. My knees buckled from under me and I had to hold on to the wall to steady myself. “I thought you loved me!” I said louder now, feeling the tears begin to run down my face. Juniper let go of Tyler and he took a few steps closer to me. And when he took a hold of my jaw, I couldn’t move. “You thought I loved you, Meadow? No. Juni’s the love of my life.”Meadow’s POV: If I thought I felt everything when Alaric fucked me in missionary style and when I rode his dick, I was wrong. Alaric slamming into me from behind made me feel every. Single. Fucking. Thing. Much deeper than ever. One hand remained on my hip, the other smacking my ass occasionally as he impaled me with his long, thick cock.“Oh god!” I exclaimed, biting hard into the pillow as tears streamed down my face.SMACK!Alaric’s hand came down hard on my ass again and I gasped. “What did I tell you the last time, Meadow? Whose name did I ask you to call when I’m fucking you?”My chest heaved as I tried to gather my thoughts—which was an impossible task with the way my husband was claiming me. Alaric pulled out of me, and I whimpered from how empty my core felt as it clenched around nothing. And then he yanked me up again by my hair until my back was resting against his chest.I arched against him, moaning when his cocked stirred against my lower back.“Whose name did I ask yo
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
Meadow’s POV: “I-I…” I stuttered, trying and failing to form words. I definitely did not think this through. “Alaric…”I sat up on my elbows, my throat thickening as he pulled away from me. His eyes left mine again and returned to the receipt. I could practically see his expression getting darker with every second he spent looking at that paper.When I’d first read it, it hurt, because it felt like a direct message to me—and at the end of the day, our marriage really wasn’t serious.But now, the look in Alaric’s eyes made me wish I could turn back the hands of time and shred the paper. “Don’t make me ask again, Meadow.” Alaric being calm at this moment scared me so much. “It’s nothing,” I whispered quickly. “It’s nothing, okay? Just a stupid receipt. I was at a restaurant earlier today and some waiter wrote it and…”I trailed off, realizing that speaking about it was only making the situation worse.Alaric ran his palm along his jaw, rising to his full height. “Some waiter,” he e
Meadow’s POV: I’d wanted to leave Alaric flustered but I was the one who ended up feeling hot all over. The only sound in my ears right now was my heavy breathing as I slid my fingers down the fabric of my bra, between my breasts.My nails grazed over the skin of my stomach as they made their way to my panties.‘Touch yourself with your panties on.’ The perfect punishment. Alaric wanted me to practically edge myself and not concede to my fingers. How was I going to do this without going completely mad?I could barely take it when he edged me with the vibrator. Then again, my fingers were nothing compared to that.I knew he was watching me. Maybe his phone was in his hand as West drove him home. Heat pooled between my thighz, soaking up my panties as I remembered what he had said to me just minutes ago.Alaric wanted to fuck me while Tyler watched. And I didn't think that would ever be a fantasy of mine until he voiced it out. I’d been so stunned at first, but then, a shiver ran down
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
Meadow’s POV: All afternoon and even into the evening, I couldn’t get Yvonne’s words out of my mind. The moment I got home, I decided to distract myself with some school preparations. I connected with another girl who was also going to attend the online classes and we went back and forth with discussions.But still, Yvonne and Alaric lingered in my mind.This shouldn’t have been affecting me this much, but I was tired of ignoring and denying the fact that I was deeply affected by my husband. And that I wanted him to be mine and mine alone.Not Yvonne’s. Or Clarissa’s.Just… mine.I couldn’t question him about his time spent with Clarissa in Vegas, because I wasn’t supposed to know that. I wasn’t supposed to know Clarissa the way I did, so it would just be suspicious to him.All I could do was act out.Which was why I was asking Mel for Alaric’s phone number.She looked at me like I had just said something crazy—which I had. Because how on earth did I not have Alaric’s phone number?“
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