LOGIN~~~Soraya~~~
I suddenly came back to my senses like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over my head. One second I was wrapped around Declan Shaw like a vine. Legs locked around his waist, his hands under my hoodie, his mouth devouring mine and the next, reality slammed into me full force.
I shoved him hard in the chest, breaking the kiss with a gasp.
“Stop.”
Gosh I hated myself for giving in.
Declan stumbled back a step, breathing hard, lips swollen and eyes wild. His hair was a mess from my fingers. For a second he looked dazed, almost drunk.
“What the hell was that?” I snapped, yanking my hoodie back down and jumping off the counter.
My legs felt unsteady. My entire body was still buzzing with traitorous heat.
“We said no real kissing. No touching. This..” I gestured wildly between us, “... should never happen again.”
Declan dragged a hand down his face, jaw clenched tight. “You kissed me back, Soraya. Pretty fucking enthusiastically.”
“I was caught up in the moment. Adrenaline. Stress.” I hissed. “Fuck”
“Take your pick.” I pointed an accusing finger at him.
“You’re still the same arrogant asshole who’s made my life miserable over the years. Just because some sponsor locked us in a fake marriage doesn’t mean I suddenly like you.”
He stepped closer, voice low and dangerous.
“Keep telling yourself that. Your body sure as hell wasn’t pretending a minute ago.”
Heat flooded my cheeks. “I hate you, Declan. That hasn’t changed.”
His eyes darkened. “Good. Hate me all you want. Just make sure tomorrow at that press conference you look like you can’t keep your hands off me.”
I stormed past him toward the bedroom, heart still racing.
“Stay on your side of the apartment tonight. I mean it.”
I slammed the door and leaned against it,
pressing my forehead to the cool wood. My lips tingled. My skin still remembered exactly where his hands had been. I hated how much I wanted to go back out there and finish what we started.
“Stupid,” I whispered to myself. “He’s the enemy. Always has been.”
Sleep was almost impossible. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt his mouth on my neck, his hands sliding up my ribs, the hard press of him between my thighs.
Morning came too fast and too cruel. At 7:00 a.m. the sponsor sent over a stylist team, a media coach, and matching “couple” outfits. Soft cream sweaters and dark jeans that somehow made us look like we’d stepped out of a romance photoshoot.
They did my hair and makeup while Declan got a quick trim in the living room.
Maya showed up uninvited, arms crossed, shooting daggers at Declan the entire time.
“If this press conference goes wrong, I’m kidnapping you,” she muttered while fixing my hair. “This whole thing is insane.”
The ride to the athletic center was dead silent.
Declan’s thigh pressed against mine in the back of the SUV. Neither of us moved away.
When we arrived, chaos greeted us.
Cameras everywhere. Students crowding the hallway. My parents waiting near the entrance, beaming with pride. Dad shook Declan’s hand again while Mom hugged me tight, whispering how handsome my “husband” was.
The press conference room was packed university officials, reporters, NHL scouts in the back row watching Declan carefully.
The athletic director gave us one final warning look before we took our seats at the front table.
Declan reached over and laced our fingers together on the table. To the audience, it looked loving. Only I could feel how tightly he was gripping me. It was a silent reminder.
The questions started easy.
“How does it feel to turn rivalry into romance?”
We gave the scripted answer.
“The Vegas fight made us realize the passion was real. We eloped in the heat of the moment. We’re happier than ever.”
Then it got harder.
A reporter stood up. “There are rumors this marriage is a sponsor driven cover up to save both your scholarships and reputations. Any comment?”
My stomach dropped.
Declan squeezed my hand and smiled that charming captain’s smile.
“People love drama. The truth is simpler. I fell for the most talented, fiery woman on this campus.” He looked at me, eye filled with intense.“She drives me crazy… in the best way.”
The room sighed dreamily.
My parents looked emotional.
I forced a loving smile and leaned into him slightly.
“He’s not as much of a neanderthal as I thought.”
Laughter rippled through the crowd.
But then my dad was invited to speak.
He took the mic proudly. “We are so happy for our daughter. This young man has taken on a big responsibility, and we all can see he truly loves my daughter, I'm proud of them.” He wiledya tear and the whole crowd, cheered him.
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After the conference, we were ushered into a private lounge for a short break before the alumni photos. For the first time that day, Declan and I were finally alone.
Both of our phones buzzed at the exact same time.
I opened the message from an unknown number and felt my stomach drop.
The message read.
“I know the truth. Your marriage is fake. I have copies of the contract, debt payoff records, and internal emails. $50,000 by midnight or I leak everything to the media, NHL scouts, coaches, and especially your parents. They still believe this is a real love story, don’t they?”
A screenshot of our original contract appeared below.
Then another message.
“I’m watching you. Pay up or I blow it up at the alumni dinner tonight.”
My hands started shaking.
My chest tightened so hard I could barely breathe. I looked up at Declan in panic.
He read the messages on his phone, jaw tightening, but his expression stayed hard and focused.
Not panicking. Just cold, controlled anger.
“Declan…” My voice came out small and terrified.
“What are we going to do?”
He stepped closer and put a steady hand on my shoulder, squeezing firmly. His voice was low, calm, and protective.
“Take a breath, Soraya. Don’t freak out yet.” He glanced toward the door, making sure no one was coming, then looked back at me.
His eyes were sharp and determined.
“Whoever this is, they’re close. But they just made their first mistake by threatening us directly.”His grip on my shoulder tightened.
“I won’t let them destroy you or your family. We’ll figure this out together. Right now, we go back out there, act normal, and smile like nothing happened. No one can know. Especially not your parents.”
I swallowed hard, fear still clawing at my throat as I stared at the threatening messages.
Someone was watching us.
Someone was ready to ruin everything.
And we had until tonight to stop them.
~Maya’s POV~I brought coffee to the rink that morning the same way I had almost every morning these past three weeks, though lately I'd started timing my arrival a little earlier than strictly necessary, just to catch the last few minutes of Caleb running drills before Soraya showed up.Small thing. Selfish thing, maybe. I didn't examine it too closely.Soraya was already limping noticeably by the time I settled into my usual spot along the boards, her leg clearly protesting every hard stop Caleb pushed her through. She'd been favoring it more this week than last, though she never said so out loud, and Caleb had started building extra rest into the drills without making a production out of it, the kind of quiet accommodation that told me he'd noticed too, even if neither of them wanted to say it plainly."One more set," Caleb called from center ice. "Then we're done for the day.""You said that twenty minutes ago," Soraya shot back.She was already lining up for the drill anyway, stu
~~~Soraya~~~Coach Bennett didn't sugarcoat it when I finally got her on the phone."Camp administration isn't pulling your invite," she said, and I felt my whole chest loosen for one brief second before she kept going. "But they want something to point to. Something that proves the story doesn't define you. There's a regional showcase in three weeks. Bigger stage than your last game, multiple scouting programs in attendance, including the one who already extended you an invite. If you play, and play well, it gives everyone a much easier story to tell than the one currently circulating.""And if I don't play well?" I said breathlessly."Then we deal with that when it happens." Her voice softened slightly. "I believe in you, Soraya. I wouldn't be fighting this hard for a spot I didn't think you'd earned fair and square. But I'd be lying if I said the stakes weren't higher this time."I sat with that for a long moment after we hung up, staring down at my leg, still healing, still not e
~~~Soraya~~~The phone rang at 5:42 in the morning, dragging me up out of sleep so fast my heart was already pounding before I even managed to answer it."Hello?""Soraya, it's Coach Bennett. I'm sorry to call this early." Her voice had a tightness to it I hadn't heard before, careful and controlled in a way that immediately set my nerves on edge."Have you checked anything online yet this morning?""No. I just woke up." I sat up slowly, reaching for the light. "What happened?""The rumor got picked up." She stayed silent, brief but heavy."By a real outlet this time. A hockey recruiting blog with a decent following, the kind scouts actually follow for prospect updates. They ran a version of the story overnight. Framed it as a question mark on your character rather than a confirmed fact, which is the only reason it's not worse than it already is, but Soraya,it's out there now. Really out there. Not just campus gossip anymore."My stomach dropped straight through the mattress. "How ba
~~~Soraya~~~Campus security had installed a camera outside my door two days after the package showed up, along with a promise to review footage from the courtyard and increase patrols around my building at night. Nothing had turned up yet. No new packages, no more figures standing beneath streetlights, just a careful, watchful quiet that felt more like held breath than actual safety.I tried not to think about it too hard. Some mornings that worked better than others.Today, at least, was quiet in the ordinary way. Sunlight through the blinds instead of dread, my leg propped up on a pillow while I worked through the stretches the physical therapist had given me, slow and careful, counting under my breath the way she'd taught me.Maya was supposed to bring lunch back from the dining hall. She'd left almost forty minutes ago for what should have been a fifteen-minute trip.I texted her. No response.I tried again ten minutes later, and when that went unanswered too, I hauled myself up
~~~Declan~~~The flight landed a little after six in the morning, local time, the sky outside the window still bruised with early gray light. I turned my phone back on the second the wheels touched down, half expecting a wall of missed calls from my father, bracing myself for whatever fresh wave of consequences waited on the other side of airplane mode.Nothing came through. No calls. No messages. Just silence, which somehow felt worse than a hundred angry texts would have.I told myself it didn't mean anything. I told myself a lot of things on the drive from the airport back to the apartment my father had arranged for me, staring out the window at streets that still didn't feel like they belonged to me no matter the duration I spent walking them.The apartment felt different the second I stepped through the door. Too quiet, too still, like the air itself had shifted while I was gone. I set my bag down and reached for the light switch, and that's when I noticed the first thing wrong.
~~~Soraya~~~Declan's plane had been in the air for exactly forty minutes when my phone buzzed for the first time.Unknown number.‘Wonder how long it takes him to disappear again this time.’My stomach dropped straight through the airport floor. Maya's arm tightened around my shoulders, and I realized she'd read it over my shoulder at the exact same second I had."Ignore it," she said, though her voice had gone tight and careful. "Whoever this is, as usual they want a reaction. Don't give into it."I shoved the phone into my bag and let Caleb steer us toward the exit, the fluorescent airport lights blurring past as my mind raced through everything I refused to let myself think about too closely. Whoever was doing this had known, almost immediately, that Declan was gone. That kind of timing wasn't luck. That kind of timing meant somebody was watching close enough to know exactly when I'd be alone.We got back to campus a little before dark. Maya insisted on walking me straight to my d







