Blackmailed Into Dating My Ex’s Hockey Rival Novels & Stories

“You should be thanking me for bringing attention to this miserable place.” Someone scoffed. I looked around. “Do you know how much money my father spends in one evening?” Nobody answered. I smiled. “Probably more than this entire club makes in a month.” A few people murmured. I felt powerful again. There. That's what I wanted. Fear. Respect. Silence. I pointed toward the door. “She was dumped by Ryan Hayes, the hockey superstar.” I took out my phone and opened the video of Ryan's press conference. “See?”

I was the one who’d stood with the dangerous creature instead of protecting his own people. My uncle was in the stands, and I could feel his disapproval radiating across the ice. The Fornon Pack had supported me throughout the tournament, but I could see the hesitation in their faces now. The doubt. The question of whether my priorities were in the right place. I accepted the trophy without feeling anything. It didn’t matter. None of it mattered. What mattered was finding Tamara. After the game, I pushed through the crowd as quickly as I could, still in my hockey gear, still holding the trophy I didn’t care about. I needed to find Elena. If Tamara wasn’t here, Elena would know where she was.

The name hit me like cold water. Derek Marsh. My ex. The man who had stolen my column and handed it to the editor he was sleeping with. The man who had ended my career in Ohio with one conversation. He was in Miami now. And the announcement listed his first assignment underneath his name. It was me.

DEVICE REGISTRATION: HENDRIX SEVILLA - PERSONAL LAPTOP LOCATION: OFF-CAMPUS APARTMENT NETWORK A cold, bitter laugh escaped my lips. Hendrix. My pathetic, spineless ex-boyfriend. The guy who had publicly humiliated me at the arena, dumped me for Portia, and thrown away three years of my life like I was trash. He was desperate. His performance on the ice had been plummeting ever since he lost me to analyze his plays, and he knew his team was going to get absolute obliterated in the upcoming rivalry game. He wasn't just trying to cheat; he was trying to steal our entire game plan to save his own dying hockey career.

I was supposed to hate him. Falling for him was never part of the plan. Jamie Bronte has everything people dream of—talent, money, fame, and a future waiting for him in the hockey world. What he doesn’t have is freedom. Trapped beneath the expectations of a powerful father who controls every part of his life, Jamie has perfected the art of pretending everything is fine. Until Asher Blackstone arrives. Asher is everything Jamie shouldn’t want. Arrogant. Competitive. Infuriatingly irresistible. And his newest rival on the ice. Everyone knows Asher carries a dangerous secret. Six months ago, his former best friend disappeared under suspicious circumstances, leaving behind a sc

In a blur of motion, I pulled the screen right up to his face, standing on my toes as I stretched my hands. The front-facing camera scanned his features, and the lock screen vanished. Astounded, he blinked, staring at the glowing screen in my hand. “What are you doing?” I completely ignored him, turning on my heel and backing away toward the tall glass windows so he couldn't corner me. My thumb flew across the screen, tapping on the gallery icon, expecting to see the hidden blackmail footage. Instead, a random grid of hockey videos stared back at me. Panic fluttered in my chest, but I kept my voice steady. “Deleting the footage you have…”

"I've been waiting for you, buddy. I called you, and you didn't take my calls. Where have you been?" "Where is Dave? Is he here yet?" "Yes. Why do you ask? I saw him go upstairs with some girls." "He is with some girls? Are you sure about that?" "Yeah. Why do you ask? Are you going to beat him up again? Don't. This is the team's celebration party. You can't afford to do that here." "I know." I pat his shoulder. "I'll be back." I go back to Camila. She's standing alone at a corner, looking pretty shy. But she's definitely not out of place. There are a few guys already eye-fucking her. I wish I could rip their eyes out of their sockets.

I gripped an empty carton so tightly my knuckles turned white. James had been the reason my mom got involved in the famous ELLE SCANDAL. He had seduced and tricked her, then later played the victim. Now to everyone, she was the old movie star who blackmailed a young hockey player into sleeping with her. Even after her death, people still hated her. I suffered for it. I've been cursed, bullied and trolled because of her.

“Too bad you had to ruin it with that little sideshow.” I kept my eyes on my skates. “We won, Coach.” He stared at me for a moment. “That doesn't mean you get to turn a hockey game into a publicity stunt.” “I wasn't trying to.” “Then what was that?” He pointed his clipboard at me. “You scored, pointed at your girlfriend, and suddenly everyone in the stands was more interested in her than the game.” I shrugged. “We still won. That's what matters.” “We won, and half the student section spent the second period photographing your new girlfriend instead of watching the game.” He glanced around the room. “The boosters, alumni, and even the local paper noticed. They already want to know if that lit

“I'm asking you not to give him more material to twist.” Outside her office, I stood in the sunshine and tried to settle my breathing. Jason had managed to reach into another morning, another decision, another part of my life. I hated that I still reacted to his name as though I owed him an explanation. Ryan called before I reached the corner. “I've heard Jason is telling people you were involved with me before you separated,” he said. “Someone brought it up at a business meeting.” “That's his latest story.” “I can correct it publicly, but I wanted to ask you first.”