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

Barely forty-eight hours and in that short while, I have been publicly humiliated, now fake-dating the captain of the rival hockey team, and kissed him three times. I’m trying to catch up. And somehow this man looks so unshaken as though none of it was a big deal. We hadn’t even made it a week into our fake relationship and my head was all over the place. My phone buzzed in my pocket, breaking the comfortable silence. Shit. I didn’t even have to look to know it was Ollie… I hadn’t told him of my plans today and had completely forgotten to text him. For him to be sending voice notes now, the picture of our kiss had definitely made it through someone’s snap..

He was out there right now in the freezing winter dark, battered, humiliated, stripped of his name, his home, and his future, sitting in some anonymous alleyway with the ruins of his entire life scattered around him. We had survived the athletic board. We had survived Hayes. We had even survived Richard Miller's physical violence. Yet, if Dylan’s blackmail footage dropped onto the network right now, if the university press and regional sports syndicates discovered that the disgraced, chemically dependent hockey captain had been engaged in a high-profile, fake relationship while his public co-conspirator was secretly kissing another man on a framing shop landing, the entire narrative would mu

“Get the fuck out of my face, or I'll scream right here and let everyone know, how much of an insecure bitch you are.” “What?” He asked, eyes widening. I shrugged, glancing past him and he stepped aside. I let out a heavy sigh as I walked past him, and headed towards my dorm. ***THREE DAYS LATER*** I was in the library studying, when a notification popped into my phone from the school's page. It was a joint charity and student leadership program always held before the annual Winter Classic rivalry. Every major sports team participates, in order to improve relations between schools before the nationally televised game.

How couldn’t he have noticed me all these years? I turned away from them and followed Damian until we got to the other side of the room. There I saw some familiar faces seated round the table. Some of them were part of his hockey team. I thought he said he was meeting them tomorrow? “You are finally here, Dam” one of them said as he pulled out a chair for me, a gesture I was not expecting. I looked at him and he nodded. What kind of sick game was he trying to play now. He only asked me to be his girlfriend, he didn’t say he was going to be extremely nice to me in the process.

But I didn’t know that he’d resort to black mailing me like this! He smirked. “What?” He asked. “Still no?” He looked at me menacingly. I badly want to punch him on the face right now. This time, on the other cheek so he would have a balanced bruised face. I balled my fist and glared at back at him. “No.” I stuck to my own principles. Genina’s right. Love is not sweeter the second time around. Not with Chadwick. Not with any of my exes. Definitely not with Chadwick again. He’s such a big ass jerk who can’t even seal a negotiation without black mailing the other party.

I pause, “But that doesn’t explain why you think the baby is yours.” “Uh-uh, first you tell me who your mystery man is then I will give you the rest of the story.” “Blackmail is against the law you know.” “So report me.” He snaps back. “Fine, it's a small world so you'll find out soon enough. I'm casually seeing Grant Rupert.” I wince as he practically spits out the sip of his drink he just took. “Are you kidding me?” I shake my head no, “That's freaking fantastic! I mean what a clever maneuver to date his ex-partner. I'll bet he's going ape shit over that one!”

He wasn’t doing very well at convincing me this wasn’t a date. He noticed. “Surely you can tell the difference between my real smile and my fake one.” Now that he mentioned it, the smile I had seen through the window had been very tight, as if forced. Even with the distance, I could tell it hadn’t reached his eyes. “She’s the ex-girlfriend of the new player on the hockey team. The one who got called in to fill the spot on the fourth line, after the injury.” I nodded, encouraging him to continue.

he said with a drawn-out sigh, “I don’t need your money. If money were the goal, do you think I’d waste my time with you? I could blackmail any rich idiot in the VIP stands.” Right. Of course. He came from a powerful political family. He was practically royalty in the hockey world. My ten thousand was pocket change. My throat tightened, and I lowered my head. “Then what do you want from me?” A dangerous smirk curved his lips. He held up my phone and tapped the screen, illuminating the gallery, his face everywhere. “How do you think your precious fans will react when they find out you drool over your biggest rival?” he asked. “How do you think your teammates will treat you? Your parents… well

She gave him everything; her fortune, her loyalty and her heart. But he repaid her with betrayal. Adriana Montgomery was born with wealth and power, but she gave it all up for love. She stood by Ethan Blake, her hockey star husband, after a career-ending accident left him in a wheelchair. She was his strength, his anchor and his biggest believer. Until tragedy struck. After losing their baby due to his neglect and distrust, Adriana discovered Ethan’s darkest secret. He was cheating on her this whole time… with his doctor. Shattered, Adriana walks away, tossing divorce papers in his face. But she doesn’t just leave, she strikes back. Behind the scenes, she is ready for revenge, se

Instead, it felt like stepping back into the version of myself I’d tried so hard to leave behind. I was in the kitchen helping Dad make dinner when my phone buzzed again. Another message from Hori. Hori: You okay? You looked like you saw a ghost at the ceremony. Who was that guy? I stared at the screen for a long moment before typing back. Me: Old history. I’ll tell you when I’m back. I didn’t mention that the “old history” had raped me, filmed it, and leaked it to the entire hockey community. Some things were still too heavy to put into text messages.