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With less than twenty minutes to go, I'm certain Liam breaks traffic laws because we make it there, a 24/7 Sweets & Treats shop, in record time. We grab our order and after a quick argument, decide to place them on the backseat."They're going to fall over," Liam warns as I set the cake boxes carefully on the seat.I roll my eyes. "They'll be fine if you drive like a normal person."Liam raises an eyebrow, looking way too smug for someone who definitely should've gotten a speeding ticket five minutes ago. "Normal is subjective."Before I can argue, he opens the passenger door for me with a mock bow. "Your chariot, m'lady."I sigh but slide in anyway, and as soon as he shuts the door and rounds the car, I reach back, bracing the boxes with one hand. Just in case.Liam gets in and scoffs. "See? You don't trust them either.""I don't trust you."He lets out a low chuckle and starts the car. The streets are quiet at this hour, the glow of streetlights casting long shadows as we drive. I c
Last Updated : 2025-04-03Fake Dating My Ex's Favourite Hockey Player How Real Is Liam Calloway?
For once, Liam isn't grinning or cracking jokes. He actually looks like he'd rather be anywhere else, and that throws me off.If he didn't want to be here, why had he been so eager about this wedding? He was the one who rushed us into every open door in East Village, the one who insisted on getting gifts-even if they were ridiculous. He hadn't exactly lit up when he mentioned knowing the groom, but he'd still put in the effort.Then again, a cake wouldn't even crack my top fifty wedding gift ideas. But what would I know? I've never had a wedding, after all.Liam takes the jab in stride, flashing a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Good thing the surprise wasn't for you," he says smoothly, turning to the groom on the right. The tension in his shoulders eases as he takes in the outfit, his lips twitching in amusement. But instead of commenting, he simply says, "Congratulations, Mar. Even if you did just marry an asshole-better an asshole I know than one I don't."The Corpse Brid
Last Updated : 2025-04-05Fake Dating My Ex's Favourite Hockey Player Puck Bunny
The two weeks that followed were... different, to say the least.After pictures of Liam and me surfaced, my life did a complete 180. As Zane's fiancée, I had managed to stay under the radar. But since Zane and I had been together for so long, it didn't take much for people to connect the dots and realise who I was.Tess and I hadn't expected this. While Liam's fans were shocked by the photos-and sure, it was a great PR move-most of the attention wasn't on him. It was on me.I lost count of how many times I scrolled through social media, only to see people calling me a puck bunny, a gold digger, warning Liam to be careful. Then, my bakery's location got leaked.At first, people came just to catch a glimpse of Liam, lingering by the counter, eyes darting around like they expected him to stroll in at any moment. But after days of disappointment-and a few new policies that required customers to actually buy something to stay-the questions started.Were Liam and I really together?What was
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EMILIAThe summer before college, Zane got his driver’s license and drove us up to Maine to visit his extended family.My parents had never approved of our relationship. They saw Zane as a country bumpkin — someone beneath our family’s status who was only with me for the connections my last name carried. They would have preferred I married our rival’s son and secured a business merger to expand the family profits.When I put my foot down and insisted that what we had wasn’t some fleeting childhood infatuation — that I loved him — they weren’t happy about it.My sister was too young to understand the weight of my family’s expectations, so she stayed out of it.But my brother? He was always on my side.At least, he was — until I snuck out for that road trip to Maine without telling a soul.Zane and I got into a huge fight somewhere along the way. He pulled over fifteen miles from his grandparents’ house, dropped me off on the side of the road, sent me the GPS location, and drove off.Th
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EMILIAFor once in Zane Whitmoore’s life, he looks genuinely speechless.And I can’t even blame him. I’m just as surprised at my own outburst as he is. Deep down, I know it isn’t just about him — it’s everything. The torment of these past few weeks, the exhaustion, the way I’ve been stretched thin. The normal Emilia — his pushover ex-fiancée, as he called me — wouldn’t have dared to speak to him like that.From the storm in his eyes, I know he realises it too.He clenches his fists and steps closer. “So it’s such a bad thing to check up on you?”I shrink back, instinctively wishing I could take my words back. “It’s not, I just—”He cuts me off. “You were my best friend for ten years. We have one disagreement, and now you treat me like this? Talk to me like I mean nothing?”The words best friend hit me harder than I expect, like a slap to the face. Best friend. That’s all he thinks we were. Everything we had, everything I gave to him, everything we went through — it’s all been reduced
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EMILIA“To give him his own invitation. Maybe he can bring his actual girlfriend as a plus one.”Ah.The word lodges in my throat, and the tightness in my chest finally makes sense.Of course.Of course he didn’t come here for me.I was so desperate for comfort and some semblance of affection that I....God, I feel stupid for even considering, for even hoping — for that brief, fleeting second — that this visit was about us. That somewhere beneath all the cruelty there was a reason for the tenderness, too.That I still meant something.But no. It was always about Liam.It’s always about Liam.Zane watches me expectantly, like my silence is an overreaction he didn’t expect. Like this should be simple.I wonder how he can do it. Look at me and not see everything we had. Was it that easy to let go of an entire decade of love and affection?Was I that hard to love? That easy to move on from?That easy to forget?I smooth my expression into something unreadable, something that won’t betray
Last Updated : 2025-04-08Fake Dating My Ex's Favourite Hockey Player The Moments That Shape Us
EMILIAThey say everyone has core memories—the moments that shape us, the ones we never forget.For as long as I can remember, every single one of mine has had Zane in it.Every laugh. Every late-night drive. Every whispered promise.Everything worth remembering was only worth it because he was there.But now, as I sit alone in my closed bakery, staring at the faint outline of dried blood on my palm, I wonder—what happens when the person tied to all your memories becomes the one thing you want to forget?What happens when the moments that once felt like home now feel like a trap?I squeeze my eyes shut, willing the memories away. But they come anyway.Zane’s voice, warm and teasing. His hands are steady on the steering wheel as he drives us through the city at night. The way he used to look at me like I was the only thing he ever wanted.The way he looked at me today.Like I was nothing. Like I
Last Updated : 2025-04-09Fake Dating My Ex's Favourite Hockey Player Liar
EMILIAWhen I get to Tessa’s apartment, the first thing I do is head straight for the shower.I take my time, scrubbing away the day — the mess, the stress, all of it. By the time I step out, I feel lighter, like I’m washing off a version of myself I don’t want to be anymore.Perfect. That was the plan anyway.I slap a bandaid on my hand, wrap my curls in a towel, and head to my bedroom. Clothes and makeup supplies are scattered everywhere — new things I bought over the past two weeks.Tess didn’t want me at the bakery after the location got leaked. She was terrified for me. The thought makes me smile.But then I spent too much of my bakery money on impulse buys, so I had to get back to work — despite Tessa’s protests. Funny, considering a few months ago, she was the one dragging me to work.I didn’t just shop while I was home. I watched YouTube tutorials, learned how to dress cuter, do my makeup, and style my 4C hair. I’m no expert, but I’m way better than before.I pull on a white c
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Fake Dating My Ex's Favourite Hockey Player The Figure In The Rain
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Fake Dating My Ex's Favourite Hockey Player Utter Fool
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Fake Dating My Ex's Favourite Hockey Player Grovelling Time
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