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

Were Liam and I really together? What was I planning to do with all his money? How did Zane feel about his ex being obsessed with hockey players? Was that why he left me for the model instead? Some even had the audacity to ask me who was better in bed. I had never been more humiliated in my life. Everything I was, everything I wasn't, was stripped away. To them, I was just another girl chasing after a hockey star. And it didn't help that Tina and Monica, the girls we met at the costume shop, had posted about Liam buying all our clothes. Or that pictures of us leaving Raven's and petting Mama were everywhere.

afraid. I glanced at him and saw him place his right palm in front of me. Then, I looked up. The dumbbells were floating. “You’re a wizard?” I gasped, and Carter swirled his hand to put everything back in place. He sighed and took three steps forward. “The reason why Hatchett and I dated. She blackmailed me as she learned the truth.” “That bitch!” My eyes narrowed, totally forgetting that he was here, just right in front of me. And the fact that I just called his ex, a bitch. Which is true, but still, weird. “Sorry.”

She told me, making me frown even more as I heard the urgency in her voice. “OK,” I answered her, picking up the remote and pressing the power button, seeing how my TV screen came to life, my eyes widened as I saw Caleb’s face on my screen, accompanied by four other men I didn’t recognize. The news anchor’s voice filled my living room. “In a shocking turn of events, professional hockey player Caleb Johnson has pressed charges against his boss, Samuel Hardt, for blackmailing him in order to stay on the team. And now, it seems as though Caleb Johnson isn’t the only one who has been blackmailed. Four other players and the head coach of the team have already come forward with similar allegations

Axel says. " Really? And why would she do that knowing that you could come and tell me?" I asked. " Because she's goit something on me. She black mailed me not to say anything." Axel admitted. " Alright. You need to tell me the blackmail. I will pardon you for any wrong doings since you did come to me." I promised him. So he reached into his pocket and pulled out and envelope and placed it on my desk. I opened it and there were photos of Axel having sex with my ex girlfriend. It was time stamped and everything to prove that he was sleeping with her while she was dating me.

I replied bluntly, "I suspect what really caught your attention is that I'm Dominic Blackwood's ex-wife." Dominic Blackwood and Lincoln Walter had been rivals for years, always trying to one-up each other. Dominic had stolen Lincoln's ex-girlfriend, so Lincoln was determined to make a mark with me, even if it meant just to humiliate Dominic a little. Men's competitive spirit can be incredibly intense. Lincoln Walter, feeling no need to pretend any longer, lazily smiled and said, "That was indeed my initial thought."

(Logan’s POV) I was back in the isolation unit, which no longer felt like a cage, but a gilded prison. The smell of the Gala, that sickly sweet perfume mixed with expensive sweat, still clung to my memory, fouling the clean air of the bunker. I had done my job: I had stood silently by the pillar, a good corporate asset, while Damian paraded Camilla Vance and projected his strategic affection for the cameras. The humiliating calm I maintained at the Gala shattered the moment I saw the photos online. Jenkins, trying to be helpful, had left a stack of the morning's news clippings detailing the 'Blackwell Romance' that had supposedly ended the 'unprofessional' rumors about the hockey player.

It's really none of my business, but I'm just disgusted like that because I can. After a while of waiting, he came right out, and I wasn't expecting who he came out with. Diane. My fake ex-girlfriend who didn't know it was a fake relationship to make my new woman jealous. Diane, that one that hates me to death now. I don't even blame her as I did hurt her in the past, even though I apologized and she didn't accept my apology. Now what is this shit? Finally, Carl and I exchanged pleasantries that weren't exactly pleasant.

"Her massive betrayal almost ruined my early hockey career, so I built thick emotional walls around myself and decided to focus strictly on my athletic goals instead of trusting another woman." "I am incredibly sorry that she betrayed your trust, because nobody deserves to have their private life exploited for financial gain," I sympathized, understanding his deep pain perfectly since Caleb had planned to exploit my own private life with a hidden camera. "We both have significant trauma from manipulative people, which makes our current fake arrangement highly logical for both of us," Connor pointed out, finishing the last drops of his chocolate milkshake. Although I knew our relationship was

“You made people think I hit that woman in the video. I was helping her. And that wasn’t even all the video. You posted only four seconds.” My stomach dropped. “What?” ”You don’t even know.” He let out a laugh. “I’m sure you didn’t verify from your goddamn source either.” I blinked back repeatedly. “I didn’t know there’s a full—“ ”You didn’t ask!” His voice cracked. “You saw a chance to take down the rich hockey asshole and you took it. Didn’t you?” His words hit me like a punch. Because he was right.

"We're here with Damian Volkov and Sebastian Montgomery—hockey stars, rivals turned lovers, and the subjects of the most talked-about scandal in sports history." Damian's heart pounded. He forced his face to stay neutral. "Thank you for having us," Damian said. Diane turned to face them. Her smile didn't reach her eyes. "Let's start with the restraining order. Sebastian, you've been accused of harassing a journalist and his eight-year-old son. What do you say to that?" Sebastian's jaw tightened. "It's not true. The journalist—his name is Paul Vance—shot at us in a parking lot. He's been blackmailing us for months. The restraining order is a way to shift attention away from his own crimes."