روايات وقصص ضمن Blackmailed Into Dating My Ex’s Hockey Rival

Built a version of myself that doesn’t revolve around the boy who disappeared after one night. My body betrays me. My pulse thumps faster, my chest feels tighter as a thousand memories I buried a decade ago are suddenly clawing their way back to the surface. The moonlight in my father’s office with Jay’s hands on my waist. The way he said my name like it mattered. I close my eyes briefly. This is ridiculous. I’m not eighteen anymore. I’m not the girl who fell in love with my brother’s best friend. I’m Madison Walker. Business owner, contract negotiator; the woman half the NHL calls when their careers are on the line. I don’t care if he’s in my city or on the other end of the planet.

I covered my ears. “I know, I know. Heartbreak and all. Healing shit. But, you know he's my rival. Hockey aside, we've been enemies. This could be your opportunity to make him jealous.” “Jealous? Speaking of jealousy, he's dating Maddie.” “Doesn't mean he loves her. Listen, We act like a couple in school. You have to watch and cheer on the rink. You have to take pictures. I want comparison between me and that asshole!”

He’s also the only person on the planet right now who actually knows anything about what’s going on between me and Aurel. “Neylan,” Jackie’s rough voice comes through the speaker after two rings, sounding completely steady like usual. “I need you to handle something right now,” I say, my tone dropping low so it doesn't carry across the hallway toward the bedroom. “A little rat named Kael Vance on Wraiths Hockey team has a recording of me and Aurel from the locker room closet yesterday. He’s trying to blackmail him…that won't be good for Dad's business and certainly not good with my engagement coming up.”

"Twice. You didn't pick up." I pulled off my gloves and dropped them on the desk. "I was on the ice." "I know where you were." She set the leather folder on the desk and opened it without ceremony. "Sit down, Luca." I sat… She laid three printed pages in front of me. The first was a screenshot collection, fan accounts and sports commentary, all circling the same exhibition game footage I had been trying to stop thinking about for four days. The second was a social media analytics report with certain sections highlighted in yellow. The third was an article from a mid-tier sports culture site with the headline underlined in red pen: *Devereaux and Calloway: Hockey Rivalry or Something Else?*

I booked a cab here, hoping to get a room, only to discover that the entire building was fully booked for a witches’ convention. Tears pricked the corners of my eyes as my frustration mounted into an unbearable intensity. I couldn’t cry. Not now. A tear slipped down my cheek, and I whipped it away furiously. The last twenty-four hours of my life had been short of a nightmare. I went from finding my best friend and my boyfriend together to finding out that I was the mate of a werewolf hockey player, who I had to reject this morning after using him on more than one occasion to feel better about myself.

Marcus finds me an hour later, practically buzzing with excitement. "The Miller fight, the goal, the way you pointed straight at her in the stands—Ethan, this is gold," he says, grinning wide. "Apex wants both of you at the charity skate next week. Cameras everywhere. Whatever you two are doing, keep doing it." "Whatever we are doing," I repeat flatly. "Falling for your fake girlfriend, apparently," Marcus says, laughing at his own joke. "Don't look at me like that. The whole league can see it. Just do not let it blow up in our faces."

CELINE'S POV "Adrian and I are together now."I repeated. Camille stopped wiping the glass. "Sorry, what?" I shifted on the stool. "You heard me." "You're dating Adrian Blackwood? Nathaniel Frost's half-brother?" I nodded. "When did this happen?" "After the banquet. Things moved quickly." Camille stared at me. "Wait. How long were you married to Nathaniel?" "Two years." "Two fucking years? And you never told me?" She set the glass down. "Why would you keep something like that from me?"

' Me-'*unamused look* Seriously? Blackmailer- 'Just stating.' Me-'Don't.' Blackmailer- 'Ok.' I pressed my forehead, feeling incredibly frustrated. I collapsed down on the bed looking at the ceiling with annoyance. How hard is it for him to figure out that I like a possessive sweet jerk instead of a cute ex? Me- 'I don't like him.' Blackmailer- 'But you did.' Me-'Duh!' Blackmailer- 'What?' I groaned as I typed. 'He was my ex Colton, of course, I liked him even loved him, that's why we were together.'

I hit send before I could think about it. Tara Monroe. My ex’s biggest enemy. She hated Skylar almost as much as she loved attention. That was the main reason she made out with me when Skylar caught us. Together, we could make something happen…something that would remind the world who Caleb Whitman really was. I could trust her to help me with that. Looking at the sent message, I leaned back in my chair, a slow smile curling at the edges of my mouth as I did so. If Ryans wanted to play games, fine. But he would know soon that he wasn’t the only one who knew how to skate on thin ice.

“I have an important game coming up. Redmond Chillers vs the Bernard Saints. If we get past this, my team will be two games closer to rounding out the season. We could go into the playoffs with a high rank. But all this clingy mess is messing with the team, even though I’ve been clear I’m not dating. If we act like we’re going steady, I can focus on training, and you can not get bullied. No one would dare bully someone I’m with.” I listen to him, somewhat astonished. This is…too much. Oliver’s betrayal is so fresh, and he wants to…date me? For…fake? Like, fake dating? “It’s not like we’ll really be together. It’s just a…contract. Yeah, a contractual relationship. We both get what we need out