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

My face felt hot just thinking about it. “It’s… complicated,” I said weakly. “Complicated how?” Lena’s grin widened. “Because from where I’m sitting, you went from ‘I don’t see what the big deal is about Asher’ to ‘I’m dating the star hockey player’ in like twenty-four hours. This is legendary, Ivy!” She suddenly gasped dramatically. “Wait — does this mean I get to live vicariously through you? Late-night rink makeouts? You wearing his hoodie? Secret locker room moments? I need details, Ivy. I’m invested now.”

Everything I had ever worked for, every late night, every insult I’ve endured—it was all flashing away in seconds. Before I could even find my voice to reply, my phone buzzed violently in my blazer pocket. I mechanically pulled it out, my eyes blurring with tears. It was a text message from an unknown number. I clicked it open. > I told you to leave the hockey world, Mila. Now, I'm going to watch you burn. Enjoy unemployment. - R.V. Richard Vance. My estranged father. He had found out. He had followed us. He was going to destroy my entire life just to protect his own precious NHL reputation.

Leading up to game days, he ghosted almost entirely, sending brief texts blaming his coach for midnight practices and strict no-distraction rules. ​Call it pathetic, but I was desperate enough to take whatever glimpse of him I could get. The university guarded the hockey rink like a vault—you didn't step foot inside unless you were part of the inner circle. ​Hockey was practically a religion on this campus. No one took it lightly. And as the girl secretly dating one of its top players, I was done watching from the outside. Now we are over. How was I suppose to talk to the professor about removing me from the internship without breaking down?

I spent years loving Cole Lannister, my best friend and the hockey star who never saw me as anything more than a girl who would always be there. Until he slept with my female best friend and turned my confession into the biggest joke on campus. Homeless, humiliated, and desperate to prove I could live without him, I made a deal with the one man Cole hated most: his cousin, Hakeem Lannister, the rival hockey captain who offered me a free apartment in exchange for pretending to be his girlfriend. Making Cole jealous was supposed to be easy. Falling for Hakeem wasn't part of the plan.Because the more I pretended to be his, the harder it became to remember I wasn't. And when both cousin

Lena had just squeezed my hand tighter, telling me with fierce conviction that she would never demand I sacrifice my health just to keep her beside me. We had shared a quiet, desperate kiss beside the empty rink, and in that moment, I had confessed to her that I was finally beginning to imagine a future that had nothing to do with contracts, publicity, or the end of a hockey season. Before Lena could answer, Sophia had walked up to us, looking strangely defeated and less confident than usual. She had admitted that she had watched Victor pressure me for years, and that she once accepted our forced engagement only because she believed it was the only way to keep her own family secure. She hadn

He said hiding their relationship was about protecting his career. He was actually protecting her sister. For two years, junior journalist Maya Valeria kept her love in the dark for superstar hockey captain Jonathan Black, waiting for the day he’d finally announce her to the world. Instead, she walked into his penthouse after midnight and caught him in bed with her nineteen-year-old sister, Chloe. Heartbroken and furious, Maya uses an exclusive VIP pass from her best friend Mimie to attend the Annual Sports Gala. She doesn't want drama—she wants an exclusive quote from Knox Mercer, the league's most ruthless, heavily tattooed player and Jonathan's bitter rival, to earn a promotion to le

Ahana’s POV Man gets attracted to me in a second, I don’t even have to expose myself if I need to date anyone. But this man is not even flirting with me, his denial has made me want him more. He had become my passion, I was deeply in love with him. I had terminated the biggest obstacle between us, which was his phone. Today, after the party it will be just him and me. I intentionally left my zip open and it worked. Finally, he was magnetized to me.

My hand throbbed where glass had cut it earlier, but I barely noticed. My phone buzzed against the table, once, twice, then nonstop. Notifications stacked, one after the other. My stomach flipped. Please, God, don’t let it be about my family. If that scandal had leaked to the blogs… I unlocked my phone with shaking fingers. The headline hit me like a punch to the gut. “Nico Alvarez to Face Off Against Jace Harrington in the NHL.” I swallowed hard, bile burning the back of my throat. Nico Alvarez. My rival. My sworn enemy. The last time we met on the rink, he humiliated me and humiliated my team. The beef between us hadn’t ended that night; it had only festered.

I opened my mouth to speak but he continued speaking like he didn't notice. "We already talked about this earlier but it seems like you don't get the point of our deal." I frowned. "What do you mean?" "You act like my girlfriend to get the rumours off my back, and I train you and help you prepare for that hockey scholarship of yours." "So?" I asked. "From the second, I trained you on that rink, you already became my girlfriend," he replied calmly, ignoring the annoyance in my voice. "At least to everyone else but us."

Searching through, I see the headlines and instantly feel sick. What the fuck have I done? I scroll through the news feed, heart hammering as headline after headline floods my screen. The images alone are damning, blurry but unmistakable. Me and Ryker. In that stall, caught and exposed. There’s no hiding from it now. National Pair Skater Cheats on Partner with Her Brother Figure Skating Darling Caught in Scandal with Pro Hockey Player Erin Beckonwich Betrayed by Boyfriend and Brother in Club Hookup From Ice Kings to Tabloid Trash: Jaxon and Ryker’s Secret Affair Explodes