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Eighty
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2026-07-21 05:07:19
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Rejected by my team, Claimed by the Rival Eighty
AUTHOR'S POVThe mattress springs groaned violently.Jeremiah bolted upright, a sharp, ragged gasp tearing through his throat as the phantom taste of copper and marble dust completely coated his tongue. The sterile, cloudless morning sunlight blasted through the gaps in the Westwood townhouse blinds, painting harsh, yellow stripes across the tangled duvet. I had to neutralize the nausea. And keeping the bile down. Throwing his heavy legs over the edge of the mattress, the room tilted in a sickening, rapid spin.He didn't make it to the door.Lunging across the hardwood floor, his frame crashed against the doorframe of the en-suite bathroom. He dropped to his knees, his hands slamming against the porcelain rim of the toilet.His stomach violently contracted. He purged the toxic, fermented remnants of the cheap downtown bourbon directly into the bowl. Acid seared his esophagus, burning like swallowed glass. He coughed, his chest heaving as a cold, terrifying sweat broke out across his r
Rejected by my team, Claimed by the Rival Seventy Nine
12 YEARS AGOJEREMIAH The rich, overwhelming scent of imported leather and conditioned air filled the massive cabin of the Bentley.Sunlight glared off the asphalt, bright enough to sear the retinas. My hands rested on the knees of my pressed school uniform."Pull over, Hector."The chauffeur’s eyes flicked to the rearview mirror. He wore a crisp black suit, his expression a mask of absolute, professional neutrality."Your father instructed me to bring you directly to the estate, Master Jeremiah.""Leo lives on the next block." I pointed a small, rigid finger toward the sprawling wrought-iron gates approaching on the right. "Drop him off first. It takes two minutes."Hector didn't argue. The heavy luxury car glided smoothly to the curb, the tires completely silent against the concrete.Leo scrambled out of the leather seat, hiking his backpack over his shoulder. "See you tomorrow, Jere.""Bye."The heavy door clicked shut. The quiet inside the vehicle immediately returned, heavy and
Rejected by my team, Claimed by the Rival Seventy Eight
ATHENAThe cracked screen of my phone illuminated the cramped Westwood dorm room, flashing an unknown number.Dry, stagnant air baked the space, entirely untouched by the broken ceiling fan above my bed. Tonight I had to map out the defensive transition drills for tomorrow’s ice session, and keep my mind locked firmly on the hockey roster. Snatching the vibrating device off the battered wooden desk, the metal burned against my palm. The night outside my window remained cloudless and oppressive, the streetlights casting long, distorted shadows across the dry concrete courtyard.Swiping the green icon across the glass, I brought the speaker to my ear."Am I speaking to Coach Cole?"The voice dropping through the receiver carried the raspy, cultivated cadence of old money and academia."This is Athena." Tossing the dry-erase marker onto my tactical whiteboard, I straightened my spine against the stiff mattress."My name is Thorne." The heavy scratch of a fountain pen across thick paper e
Rejected by my team, Claimed by the Rival Seventy Seven
JEREMIAHReleasing his throat, I stepped back.Arthur collapsed against the pillar, coughing violently. He dragged oxygen into his burning lungs, clutching his neck. He stared up at me, genuine terror finally replacing the corporate arrogance.He was completely beaten. The leverage held.Turning my back on him, I yanked the door of the Cayenne open."You are throwing away your inheritance for a girl!" Arthur croaked, sliding down the concrete pillar."Keep your blood money."Throwing my body into the leather seat, I slammed the door. The engine roared to life, a deafening, mechanical scream echoing through the garage. Dropping the transmission into reverse, the tires shrieked against the slick epoxy floor.I didn't look in the rearview mirror.Hitting the button for the massive garage doors, the metal groaned upward. I gunned the engine, tearing out into the blinding, freezing rain of the Los Angeles night.---Water cascaded across the windshield in thick, blinding sheets.The wiper
Rejected by my team, Claimed by the Rival Seventy Six
JEREMIAHIce clinked against the crystal tumbler in my hand. I was trying my best not to crash out, but it was so damn hard. Tearing my father’s pristine reputation apart would permanently shatter my mother’s fragile recovery. She needed peace. I needed leverage.Just then, the front doors swung open.Gusts of damp, freezing wind swept into the grand foyer, carrying the scent of wet asphalt and expensive wool. Hector rushed forward, grabbing the dripping black umbrella.Arthur Ashford stepped over the threshold.He looked incredibly energized. The exhausting cross-country flight hadn't touched his aristocratic posture. He unbuttoned his tailored charcoal overcoat, a satisfied, arrogant smile lifting the corners of his mouth."Eleanor, darling." Arthur strode directly into the adjoining parlor.My mother sat near the fireplace, a woven blanket draped over her paralyzed legs. The flames cast dancing, warm shadows across her pale face. She looked up, offering a small, practiced smile."A
Rejected by my team, Claimed by the Rival Seventy Five
JEREMIAH Tailing my father’s black town car down the 110 freeway felt like a sick, twisted joke.For the past two hours, I sat in a booth at a ridiculously overpriced Beverly Hills steakhouse, hiding behind a menu. I fully expected to catch him slipping hotel keys or whispering garbage into his date's ear. To my massive disappointment, they genuinely just held a business meeting. They ate scallops, reviewed zoning permits, and talked about commercial real estate acquisitions. There wasn't a single lingering touch.But following them back to the downtown luxury hotel completely shifted the narrative.Parking two blocks away, I jogged through the humid Los Angeles night air. Slipping through the revolving glass doors, I kept my head down, a dark baseball cap pulled low over my eyes. I watched them walk straight past the reception desk and head directly for the VIP elevators.Spotting an abandoned housekeeping cart near the lobby restrooms, I swiped a master keycard sitting on top of a
Rejected by my team, Claimed by the Rival Six
ATHENAThe Ashford training facility gym smelled intensely of iron, chalk, and exertion. A heavy metal track blasted from corner speakers, vibrating against the concrete walls. It was raw, unpolished, and exactly what I needed to clear the sterile scent of Hayes’s office from my memory.Navigating
Rejected by my team, Claimed by the Rival Five
ATHENACrossing my arms over my chest, I shifted my weight and looked dead at Jeremiah Ashford. The air in the gritty hallway of the facility felt thick, smelling faintly of stale ice shavings and floor wax."I’m not doing this for revenge, Ashford," I said, my voice cutting through the quiet.His d
Rejected by my team, Claimed by the Rival Two
(Athena's POV).For a second, I thought I heard him wrong because there was no way Luca Ryder had just looked straight past me and called who?“Sienna?” My rival?The crowd screamed, while I just stood there, frozen at the edge of the rink with my hand still over my mouth like a complete idiot, t
Rejected by my team, Claimed by the Rival One
(Athena's POV)“Ew. Girl! Stop staring at him like that before I throw up.”I laughed under my breath, gripping my hockey stick tighter as I turned to look at Tessa, my best friend.We were near the player's bench, the rink screaming loud around us as both schools packed the arena like tonight mean
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