Blackmailed Into Dating My Ex’s Hockey Rival 소설 & 이야기

"You're punctual. I like that." "Mr. Blackwood," I nodded, clutching my bag. "I sent an email to your GM twenty minutes ago. How..." "I have alerts set for your name," he interrupted simply. "We've been trying to poach you for two years, Elena. Can I call you Elena?" The intimacy of my first name on his lips made me shiver, but not from the cold. "Elena is fine," I said. "But I think there's a misunderstanding. I'm still under contract with the Glaciers."

A reckless, emotional decision made in the heat of anger and heartbreak. Her phone buzzed on the bedside table. Madeline froze like she was just caught doing something she shouldn't for a second before reaching for it. Notifications flooded the screen. Messages. Missed calls. Headlines. She hesitated… then opened one. “Max Richard’s Ex-Wife Engaged to Business Rival Overnight.” Another. “Scandal or Strategy? Madeline Booker Moves On Fast.” Her chest tightened. So this was what she had signed up for. Not just a fake engagement.

“A promising hockey player flashes fans with nudity? Who the fuck wrote this?!” I hurled the newspaper across the room and it landed with a thud at Thomas's feet. He picked it up and smirked. “Well, the cameraman did get a good view of your dick.” “One more word and I'll kill you.” I glared at him. “Says the man flashing his genitals at his fans.” “That was a mistake! Some bitch snuck into my bathroom and pulled down my towel!” I hissed.

I'm rooted to the ground, trapped. Jax's arm slides around my waist. "Come on." He starts walking, forcing the crowd to part. "No comment. No comment." But they won't take no for an answer. That's how reporters are. Always looking for every opportunity to know the latest gossip. Persistence is their currency. Isn't that their means of livelihood anyway? "Just one question, Jax!" "Maya, how does it feel dating a hockey star?" "Are you aware of his reputation?" “Will you get tired and leave him along the line?

Madison’s phone was out, snapping a picture of me standing frozen in front of my defaced locker. I slammed the locker shut and headed to first period, head high even as my heart hammered. The whispers didn’t stop. In every class, phones passed under desks. Screenshots of the same photos—now circulating in group chats—flashed across screens. Someone had even started a poll in the senior chat: “What’s Hailey’s real role on the hockey team?” The options were brutal. By third period, the rumor had mutated into something uglier: that I was secretly dating Coach Miller, that the “meetings” were cover for an affair, that I was getting special treatment in exchange for favors.

"He had one." "So he had a condom ready." She raised her eyebrows. "In his nightstand. That's definitely not weird." "Roxie, he's on the hockey team." I gave her a flat look. "What exactly were you expecting? Virgins?" She opened her mouth. Something shifted on her face. "I mean..." "They're all like that." I tilted my head. "Every single one of them. Their captain literally blackmailed my best friend into a fake relationship. The bar is underground."

I gasped. I just gave my first time to a stranger. He was facing the other side. I tried to move his hand so I could at least see the face of the man I slept with. He turned as I moved his hand. I frowned when I noticed his face. Holy cow! This… person… Is Victor's rival and enemy. Is the NHL hockey captain! Is the heir to a powerful family. “Shit!” “I slept with Damien Black!”

His forehead rested against mine. “This is not a game to me,” he said. I closed my eyes. “I don’t know how to do this without losing,” I admitted. “Neither do I,” he said. “But I know how to stay.” That almost broke me. Later, alone, I stared at my phone. The quiet did not last. Ryan was trending. So was my name. I opened the post before Maddie could warn me. A thread. Screenshots. Old messages taken out of context. Lies mixed with half-truths. Carefully arranged to humiliate.

I leaned slightly toward the microphone, my voice calm, almost gentle. “My ex-husband,” I said, “the man who cheated on me, humiliated me, and threw me out…” I paused, just long enough. “…was Nick,” I said, dropping the bomb finally. “Nick Carter.” A ripple went through the crowd. I turned to the reporter, smiling as I saw the shock in his face.

Most importantly, he told her never to use her body to get what she wanted—even though she felt she already had. Her phone chimed. She reached for it and frowned at her ex's number. They always blackmailed her to keep her out of agencies, claiming she had stolen another's composition when she was the one treated poorly. She laughed when she saw they had sent a photo of her and Leon's broad back. She sat up and sent a message back to piss him off. Alicia: Thank you for taking a photo of me and my man.