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Fake Dating My Ex's Favourite Hockey Player The Break-Up
I devoted ten years of my life to the only man I've ever loved, my ex-fiancé, Zane Whitmoore. Since our eighth grade in middle school, I was always by his side. I shaped myself into the perfect woman for him. I kept my black curls cut short, just the way he liked. I never wore makeup. I dressed in outfits he approved of because he didn't like when other men looked at me. For ten years, I did everything he wanted. I was going to be his wife. Everyone knew we were meant to be. So it made no sense when, six months ago, he threw it all away. "What did you say?" My voice was barely above a whisper. Zane stared at me across the restaurant table, his expression unreadable. I had made this reservation months ago for our ten-year anniversary. "I think we should break up," he said. I blinked. My heart pounded in my chest. "Zane, is this supposed to be a joke? Because it's not funny, babe." "I'm not joking, Emilia." "No, you have to be joking!" My voice rose slightly, and I glanced aro
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-12Fake Dating My Ex's Favourite Hockey Player The Whimsy Bakehouse
It's been six months since Zane left me. At first, I didn't take it well. He kicked me out, and I had nowhere to go until Tessa, my best friend, booked me the first flight to NYC and forced me to stay with her. I spent nights crashing on her couch, crying in the bathroom when she was at work. I ignored the little bakery - Tessa and I named it The Whimsy Bakehouse after getting smashingly drunk one night in college and having what she called a crazy epiphany - Zane had opened for me after he got his first NHL paycheck for weeks. I couldn't bring myself to step inside. Then Tessa got fed up. She called me a couch potato, said I was wasting my tears on an 'asshole jerk,' and dragged me back to work. Unlearning ten years of habits hasn't been easy. Some nights, I still catch myself staring at my phone, waiting for a message that will never come. Waiting for Zane to say he made a mistake. That he wants me back. But he never does. Not even in my dreams. It's Friday and I'm at the ba
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-12Fake Dating My Ex's Favourite Hockey Player The Wedding Invitation
I hum softly, a small smile tugging at my lips. "Hello to you too. You can sit down while I make the coffee. A flat white with cinnamon on top, right?" She grins. "I love you, you know me so well." She groans and slumps into a chair, resting her arm on the table and propping her head up with her hand. I start making our coffees but glance at the clock with a frown. "It's just 10 AM, Tess. What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at work?" She sighs loudly. "Yes, I should. But I'm burnt out. Had to get off early." I raise an eyebrow as I begin kneading dough. Rush hour hits by noon, and I need to work quickly. "Work emergency?" "When is it ever anything else? It's not even counted as an emergency today. Usually, the whole team gives me problems, but this time, it's just one person!" Here we go again. "His name's... Leon, right?" I ask, trying to remember. She raises an eyebrow at me. "Good try, but you should know better. I've complained about him so much, he should be a house
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-12Fake Dating My Ex's Favourite Hockey Player The Ex's Month-Long Wedding Cruise
When I first moved into Tessa's apartment, two thoughts hit me. One: Tessa was just as high maintenance as she'd been in college. Everything in her place screamed luxury. High-end furniture, designer décor, the kind of perfectly curated space that made you wonder if people actually lived there. I was happy she had a job that let her maintain the lifestyle. Two: Tessa's apartment was the most comfortable place in the world to feel like shit. Even though she had decorated a guest room just for me, I spent most of my worst nights on her couch, wrapped in an overpriced throw blanket, drinking wine straight from the bottle. And now, as I stare at the notification on my phone, I know exactly what I need to do. I walk into Tessa's kitchen, grab a bottle of red wine, some expensive brand I don't recognize, and collapse onto her couch. Popping the cork, I take a long gulp before daring to look at my phone again. For months, I wanted this. I prayed for him to reach out. Now, it's the last
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-12Fake Dating My Ex's Favourite Hockey Player Not Your Choice To Make
A few hours pass, but Tess is still not back.I wonder what she wants to tell me that's so important.Once I sober up, I take a shower, brush my teeth, and keep myself busy by cleaning her apartment.I try not to think about Zane, but I can't help it. I open the email again, staring at the invitation to his wedding and the couple-only cruise.Then I see my name in the wrong spot.My stomach turns, and I barely make it to the bathroom before throwing up.Later, I do something even worse.I G****e her.His fiancée is a model. Perfect. Beautiful. Everything I'm not.Of course, he left me for someone like her.I'm chugging water, actually following Tess's advice for once, when she finally walks in.Her nose scrunches as she looks around, but when her eyes land on me, she just sighs and gives a small, sad smile."I thought you'd be in worse shape," she says, settling onto the couch beside me.I lean my head on her shoulder and hold up the water bottle. "If I didn't pull myself together, you
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-12Fake Dating My Ex's Favourite Hockey Player Make Him Regret It
On good days, I love my best friend. On really bad days, I remind myself she means well.But today? Today is a horrible day, and I'm furious."Hades's asshole" isn't even a high enough scale. I yank my hands out of hers, my anger so hot I actually consider shoving her off the couch - until I notice how close the coffee table is and wince.I'm mad. But not mad enough to injure her. Yet."I can't believe you!" I shoot up from the couch and storm toward my bedroom. Tessa is right behind me."You're overreacting, Em. It's not even a bad thing!"I whip off my left slipper and hurl it at her head, but she's got baseball reflexes from years of playing catch with her dad - and dodges effortlessly.She glares, pointing a finger at me like she's about to scold a misbehaving puppy. "Give me one valid reason why you're mad, and I'll back off."I hate when she does this. Puts me on the spot, makes my brain short-circuit, then steamrolls me into agreeing with her. "I just broke up with Zane!""Acces
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-01Fake Dating My Ex's Favourite Hockey Player Officially Dating
The restaurant is smaller and more intimate than I expected. We've only just arrived, but Tess quickly waves away the waiter, telling her we're still waiting for more people. I try not to think about the last time I was at a restaurant - seven months ago. The most embarrassing, heartbreaking day of my life. Every time Tess tried to take me out after that, I shut her down immediately. She must've been suspicious, but she never pushed. That meant more than she probably realized. "You could at least try not to look like you're about to shit yourself," Tess mutters before taking a sip of water. She looks stunning, as always. My stomach twists the way it always does around her - envy curling tight in my gut - but I push it away. "It's really just Liam," she says, her voice casual. "Like, of all people, he's the last one you should be nervous about. You should be more worried about him trying to get into your pants." I snort, but the joke doesn't land right. Because now my stomach is
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-01Fake Dating My Ex's Favourite Hockey Player Something Absolutely Insane
LIAM "Aren't you supposed to be some kind of A-list celebrity?" Emilia asks, frowning. She shifts on her feet, trying to re-balance, and I can't help but grin. I'm a full head taller than her, and every time I tilt my head to meet her eyes, she scowls. It makes me laugh every time. "Only in hockey circles," I correct. "But we're probably being stalked by paparazzi right now." It's not even a question-I know that's the case. I've been a hot topic for weeks, ever since the whole mess with Jessica. Even after she confirmed we were never dating, the damage was already done. Now, I can't even walk down the street without being followed. My management won't get off my back, and Coach? He's ripped into me more times than I can count. It's exhausting. All I want to do is play hockey. I never cared about the fame or having to explain myself to the media, especially now that I've been labeled the "bad boy of hockey" who can't keep it in his pants. I don't do relationships. Call me whatev
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Fake Dating My Ex's Favourite Hockey Player Paper Trail
EMILIAIt hurts. God, it hurts to hear her say that. But I also know exactly what it’s like to love someone who never chooses you. And I think of Liam, who I can never choose. My chest twists and that wound he left starts stinging again. So I take a breath and say the only thing I can. “…Okay.” “Can we please talk about this mess now?” I hear a loud thud, like something heavy just hit her desk. Yep — she’s definitely in her home office. Because Tessa, unlike normal human beings, thinks stress is a hobby and work is therapy. Sometimes, I wonder if she throws herself into work because she’s chasing the stable life her dad never gave her… Or if it’s just her way of coping — trying to fill the emptiness he left behind when he made her feel like she was never enough. “What the hell happened?” she snaps. “I swear to God, I’m going to kill that bastard.” I pause, chewing on my bottom lip. There’s no easy way to say this. No cute joke to soften the blow. So I do the hard thing. The
Fake Dating My Ex's Favourite Hockey Player As Good As Better Gets
EMILIAIf you ask, I probably won’t be able to explain what the hell just happened.The image of Liam, screaming back at me, shouting declarations I’m sure he doesn’t even mean, then giving me a smile that steals the breath from my lungs like I didn’t just turn him down.Christ.I push Liam to the very back of my mind, holding the blanket tighter to me.First thing I do is check my phone.[BREAKING: Sources Claim Emily Vanderbilt, Billionaire Heiress and Liam Calloway’s Girlfriend, Allegedly Cheated With Chicago Blizzards’ Stone Maxwell last night!] [EXCLUSIVE: Insider Claims Emily Vanderbilt Cheated on Liam Calloway With Hockey Star Stone Maxwell][Puck Bunny or Heartbreaker? Sources Allege Emily Vanderbilt’s Secret Affair With Stone Maxwell] [JUST IN: Allegations Fly as Emily Vanderbilt Accused of Cheating on Liam Calloway With Zane Whitmoore’s Teammate][Sources Spill: Liam Calloway’s Blow-Up With Stone Maxwell Allegedly Tied to Emily Vanderbilt]Me. Liam. Stone. And some mysteri
Fake Dating My Ex's Favourite Hockey Player Goodbye, Hockey; Hello, Pursuer
EMILIAWhat the hell do I even say to that?I just... stare at him. Like an idiot. My mouth opens, but no words come out.Liam gives me this small, sad smile — dimples and all — and somehow that’s worse. It knocks the air right out of my lungs.“You don’t have to say anything,” he murmurs. His thumb brushes lightly against my hand, like he’s trying to memorize the feel of me. “I didn’t say it because I expected you to.”A million responses spin through my brain — yes, no, maybe, kiss me — but none of them make it out.So instead, I blurt out, “I still don’t forgive you.”His lips twitch. “Deserved.”“And you’re going to have to work for it,” I add, trying — and failing — to sound stern.Liam leans in just a little, like he can’t help himself. His voice drops low, almost like a secret. “Well,” he says, that crooked smile stealing the air from my lungs, “I’d look better begging on my knees anyway.”My heart absolutely short-circuits. And judging by the wicked glint in his eyes, he knows
Fake Dating My Ex's Favourite Hockey Player Reignite
EMILIAPRESENT TIMEI wake up with a sharp breath, like I’ve just hit the surface after drowning.He's gone again.My chest rises and falls like I’ve been running, chasing something I can’t have. I don’t scream, even though I want to. The pain sits there, right beneath my ribcage, steady and sharp.I feel the wetness on my face. My pillow is soaked. I’m not surprised — I don’t even try to wipe the tears away this time. I just lie there in the silence, with my eyes closed letting the ache settle.Letting the cloud of nostalgia and longing pass so I can finally remember where I am.Where I’m supposed to be.But I don’t fall apart.Not like I used to.I take a deep breath and put a hand over my chest, like I’m trying to hold myself together. The grief is still there. It probably always will be. But so is something else.Me.For a second, I don’t know where I am. I’m still half in the dream — chocolate on our fingers, Luther’s laugh echoing in the kitchen, his hand in my hair, warm and fa
Fake Dating My Ex's Favourite Hockey Player Strawberries, Milk & Broken Hearts
EMILIALuther always leaves the kitchen lights on.Every. Single. Time.It’s why Diana says he has the stealth of a dying elephant and why Mum cuts his allowance every time she finds out he’s raided the fridge at midnight.“Everything in life is a choice,” Mum always says, flipping through her morning paper, while Dad rubs her shoulders and nods like she’s preaching gospel. “And unfortunately, that includes your poor career decisions. If you choose to be a criminal, at least be a competent one.”So yeah — tonight is no different.I tiptoe down the stairs, socked feet silent on the wood, already mentally preparing my ‘caught you red-handed’ speech.The kitchen lights are on. The fridge door’s wide open.And someone’s standing there.I scowl. Rookie mistake, Luther. Mum would’ve had your head if the staff weren’t all gone for the holidays.When I walk into the kitchen, I find Luther sitting on the counter.He’s sketching something on his iPad with his Apple Pencil, completely in his own
Fake Dating My Ex's Favourite Hockey Player The Figure In The Rain
EMILIAThey say ignorance is bliss.Whoever said that has never buried their brother.I stand in the rain, dressed in all black, clutching an umbrella like it can hold me together. But nothing can. Not today.My eyes blur as I stare at the headstone:Luther Christian Vanderbilt(1995–2018)Just seeing it makes it hard to breathe.In front of me, my mother — always perfect, always cold — is on the ground, sobbing like a child. Her elegant coat is soaked, her hands shaking as she reaches for the gravestone like she can pull him back.My father stands beside her, trying to hold the umbrella over them both, but he’s crying too hard to see straight.And then there’s my little sister, Diana, standing beside me, shaking with anger and grief. She looks so much like Luther when she smiles and like me when she cries.But she’s not smiling now.She’s sobbing — and every tear feels like a dagger.“Was it worth it?” she snaps. Her voice is loud enough for people to turn. She doesn’t care. “Tell me
Fake Dating My Ex's Favourite Hockey Player Vulnerable
LIAMEIGHT HOURS AGOI don’t think.I can’t.Because if I let myself process what I’m seeing — what he was trying to do to her — I’ll lose it completely.Stone has Emilia backed against the wall, and the look on her face? Pure fear. Her eyes are wide, glassy. She’s frozen, small, shaking.My heart nearly stops.Then something inside me snaps.I yank him off her, and without hesitating, I throw my fist at his jaw.CRACK.The sound is sickening, but satisfying.“Shit!” Stone stumbles, clutching his face. He looks at me like he’s just now realising he messed with the wrong person.But I’m not even close to done.All I can see is her — Emilia. Scared. Cornered. Pressed against that damn wall by someone who thought he had the right to touch her.My vision goes red.I grab him by the collar and slam him back against the wall.“Touch her again,” I growl, my voice low and shaking with rage, “and I swear to God, I’ll kill you.”Another punch. Harder this time.Stone drops to the floor, groanin
Fake Dating My Ex's Favourite Hockey Player Desperate
TESSAONE YEAR AGOI’m walking down the hallway, hunting for Mr. Harris — my boss who definitely gets a kick out of mispronouncing my last name.It’s Orlov.Not Ralov.Thanks for nothing, Dad. Pretty much the only thing he gave me was a last name people can’t say right.Just as I’m about to round the corner, someone yanks me into an open door.I nearly scream — until I see him.Those grey-blue eyes. That stupid heart-melting smile.“You really couldn’t wait ‘til I clocked out, huh?” I breathe out, pulse still racing.Lyle’s standing there, leaning in close. His strawberry blond hair is damp — probably sweat — and somehow, it makes him look even hotter. It should be illegal.My heart skips. Then trips. Then forgets how to beat entirely.“It takes everything in me not to lock you in my apartment and throw away the key,” he says, voice low and rough, “just so no one else can even look at you.”God. He really knows how to talk.I laugh, but there’s no real joy in it. I push at his chest,
Fake Dating My Ex's Favourite Hockey Player Utter Fool
TESSAGod help me.Of course it’s Aaron freaking Cobalt. Because why not?There he is — gliding across the ice like it’s an extension of his body, all smooth lines and effortless control. He isn’t just good. He was stupidly, unfairly, annoyingly good.Left winger for the NYC Titans, but honestly? If Liam is the heart of the team, Aaron is the sharp edge. Fast, unpredictable, and lethal when it counts. The kind of player that makes defence lines cry and sports commentators lose their minds.Everyone loves to compare them — Liam, the golden boy center, all power and precision. Aaron, the chaos wrapped in charm, turning plays into magic like it was no big deal. Together, they make the Titans impossible to beat. Separately? Still a damn nightmare.And of course, he’s the last person I want to see right now.I spin on my heel, making a beeline for the exit, but my stupid heels betray me. The sharp CLACK, CLACK echoes louder than his skates slicing the ice, and I hear him stop. I can practi
