Follow
Chapters
Share
Faking It With The Hockey Playboy Novel Cover

Faking It With The Hockey Playboy

Lila Richmond has a secret that could destroy her,she's harboring feelings for her stepbrother Ryan Callaway. When her worst nightmare comes true and her old bully Cassandra becomes Ryan's girlfriend, Lila thinks things can't get worse. But she was wrong.Hockey bad boy Derek Stone knows her secret, and he's offering a dangerous deal - fake date him to throw everyone off her trail. But as their pretend romance heats up, Lila discovers that Derek's cold reputation hides something she never expected. Will their fake relationship survive when real feelings get in the way? And what happens when the truth comes out?
Chapters
Share

Chapter 4

Lila POV

"If you tell Ryan one single thing about our past," she said sweetly, "I'll make sure he knows the real truth about who the bully really was."

My blood turned to ice. She was going to lie about everything. Make Ryan think I was the mean one.

"Sweet dreams, little sister," Cassandra whispered, her voice like poison.

"You look terrible," Derek said as I walked into school the next morning.

I felt terrible too. I had barely slept all night, thinking about Cassandra's threat and the fake dating deal I had made with Derek. My eyes were red and puffy from crying, and I probably looked like I had been hit by a truck.

"Thanks," I muttered, trying to walk past him.

But Derek grabbed my arm gently and pulled me to the side of the hallway.

"Hey," he said, his voice softer than I expected. "Are you okay? You look like you've been crying all night."

I stared at him in surprise. Was Derek Stone actually being nice to me?

"I'm fine," I lied, pulling my arm away from his touch.

"No, you're not," Derek said firmly. "Something happened after I left you last night. What was it?"

Before I could answer, I heard a familiar laugh behind me. My blood turned cold as Cassandra's voice filled the hallway.

"Good morning, everyone!" she called out sweetly.

I turned around and saw her walking toward us with Ryan's arm wrapped around her waist. She looked absolutely perfect - blonde hair shining, cheerleader uniform fitting her like it was made by angels, smile bright enough to blind someone.

And she was staring straight at me with those evil eyes.

"Derek!" Cassandra said with fake excitement. "I didn't know you were friends with Lila!"

"We're not friends," Derek replied, but his voice sounded strange. Almost protective.

"Oh," Cassandra said, tilting her head like she was confused. "Then why are you two standing so close together?"

I felt panic rising in my chest. This was it. This was where I had to start pretending to be Derek's girlfriend, in front of Ryan and Cassandra. The two people who could hurt me the most.

Derek must have felt my panic because suddenly his arm was around my shoulders, pulling me against his side.

"Because Lila is my girlfriend," Derek announced loudly.

The hallway went completely silent.

Ryan's mouth fell open in shock. "What did you just say?"

"You heard me," Derek said confidently. "Lila and I are dating."

I felt like I was going to throw up. Ryan was staring at me like I had just grown two heads, and Cassandra looked like someone had slapped her.

"That's impossible," Ryan said, shaking his head. "Lila hates you. She told me a million times that she can't stand you."

"People change," Derek said with a shrug. "Sometimes love happens when you least expect it."

Love. The word hit me like a punch to the stomach. This was all fake, but hearing Derek say it in front of Ryan made my heart do weird things.

"When did this happen?" Cassandra asked, her voice sharp with suspicion.

"We've been seeing each other secretly for a while," Derek lied smoothly. "But we decided to make it official last night."

Last night. When my whole world fell apart.

"Lila," Ryan said, his voice filled with confusion and something that might have been hurt. "Is this true?"

I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. How could I tell him the truth? How could I explain that I was being blackmailed into this fake relationship?

Derek's arm tightened around me, reminding me of our deal.

"Yes," I whispered, the word feeling like poison in my mouth. "It's true."

Ryan looked like I had just stabbed him in the heart. "But you said you hated him. You said he was arrogant and mean and that you never wanted to talk to him."

"I was wrong," I said quietly, hating every word that came out of my mouth. "I was just scared of my feelings."

Cassandra was watching this whole conversation with a smile that made my skin crawl. She was enjoying watching me lie to Ryan. She was enjoying watching me hurt him.

"Well," she said sweetly, "this is certainly surprising. Derek Stone and little Lila Richmond. Who would have thought?"

The way she said "little Lila" made me feel thirteen years old again. Small, weak, and completely helpless.

"Yeah," Derek said, his voice getting dangerous. "Who would have thought?"

There was something in his tone that made Cassandra's smile falter for just a second. But then she recovered and turned to Ryan.

"Come on, baby," she said, running her fingers through his hair. "We should get to class. I want to show you my new cheer routine before practice."

Ryan nodded, but he kept looking back at me as they walked away. His eyes were filled with confusion and hurt, and I felt like crying all over again.

"That went well," Derek said once they were gone.

"Well?" I snapped at him. "Did you see Ryan's face? He looked like I had betrayed him!"

"Good," Derek said coldly. "Maybe now he'll stop treating you like you're invisible."

I stared at Derek in shock. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"You know exactly what it means," Derek said, his green eyes staring into mine. "I see the way you look at him, Lila. I see the way you follow him around like a lost puppy. And I see the way he ignores you like you don't exist."

My face burned with embarrassment. "You don't know anything about my relationship with Ryan."

"I know more than you think," Derek said quietly. "And I know that maybe it's time someone paid attention to you for once."

Before I could ask what he meant, the bell rang and students started rushing to their classes.

"Walk me to history," Derek said, taking my hand in his.

His hand was warm and strong, and I felt that same weird electric feeling I had experienced last night. But I pushed it away. This was all fake. Derek was just a good actor.

As we walked through the hallways, I could feel everyone staring at us. Derek Stone and Lila Richmond, the bad boy and the quiet girl. It was like something out of a movie.

"People are staring," I whispered.

"Let them stare," Derek said, squeezing my hand. "You're beautiful. They should stare."

I looked up at him in surprise, but his face was unreadable.

We reached my classroom, and Derek stopped outside the door. Before I could say anything, he cupped my face in his hands and leaned down like he was going to kiss me.

"Derek, no-" I started to say.

"Trust me," he whispered against my lips.

Then his mouth was on mine, soft and warm and completely unexpected. The kiss was gentle but firm, and I felt my knees go weak. For a moment, I forgot this was all fake. For a moment, I forgot about Ryan and Cassandra and all my problems.

For a moment, it felt real.

When Derek pulled away, I was breathing hard and my heart was racing.

"See you at lunch, girlfriend," he said with that cocky smile, then walked away.

I stood there touching my lips, completely confused about what I was feeling.

But as I turned to go into my classroom, I saw Ryan standing at the end of the hallway, watching me. His face was dark and angry in a way I had never seen before.

He started walking toward me, his hands clenched into fists.

"Lila," he called out, his voice sharp and dangerous.

Other students in the hallway stopped to watch. Ryan never talked to me at school. Ever.

He reached me in three long steps, his eyes blazing with something that looked like fury.

"We need to talk," he said through gritted teeth. "Right now."

Before I could answer, he grabbed my wrist and started pulling me away from my classroom.

"Ryan, what are you doing?" I asked, stumbling to keep up with him.

But he didn't answer. He just kept walking, dragging me through the hallway like I weighed nothing.

And from behind us, I heard Cassandra's voice, sweet as poison:

"Where are you taking her, baby?"

You may also like

After My Husband Saved His Friend I Divorced Him Novel Cover
9.0
In the third year of secretly loving Leland, I married him. A year later, on the ski slopes, both his friend and I ended up in trouble. Leland raced to the scene, shielding his female friend as they tumbled to the ground. Lying on the snowy surface, I suddenly felt disenchanted. Things that have lost their meaning should simply be cast aside. ============================== For our first wedding anniversary, Leland and I traveled to the Alps. At his friend's private ski resort, I met Anya Sanchez. She was quite the opposite of what her name suggested—a woman whose appearance didn’t particularly stand out, yet she had an undeniable vibrant energy. Anya was excellent at extreme sports, and I heard she first met Leland on the slopes. Anya and I skied down one after the other.
Barrage Strategy Guide Novel Cover
9.4
The night Lauren ended things with me, the comments swarming my vision went wild. [Mess with her now, regret it forever! Karma’s coming for the male lead!] [Our Lauren’s all tough shell with a soft center—she’s obviously crazy about you!] [Shh, classic plot. How’s the guy supposed to grow without a major screw-up? Just wait till he’s begging on his knees to win her back.] I watched the glass shards slice across the back of my hand, blood dripping onto the carpet. “Anthony, are you quite finished?” Lauren’s voice was cold. “Is all this really necessary over some… misunderstanding?” I looked at her, then at the smug man behind her—her junior, Ralph. A misunderstanding? I’d heard it myself: her laughing with a friend about how I was a free servant you could summon at will, treated worse than a dog. And only moments ago, to defend Ralph, she’d hurled this very glass at me. In that instant, my heart simply stopped. Softly, I said, “Lauren. We’re done.” … Lauren and I had been together for five years. Five years. One thousand, eight hundred and twenty-five days. I’d transformed from a rebellious rich kid into a nameless shadow by her side. For her, I cut ties with my family, turned down offers from prestigious universities abroad, squeezed into a Beijing rental smaller than forty square meters, and took over every part of her life. Groceries, cooking, laundry, cleaning—handling all her trivialities, even fending off her nagging editors. And she was Lauren: the rising literary star, the genius writer. “Anthony, where’s my coffee? Hand-ground, three parts sugar, seven parts milk, under eighty degrees—how many times do I have to tell you!” At six in the morning, Lauren’s irritated voice carried from the bedroom. I immediately set down the breakfast I was preparing and went to wait on Her Highness. [Mornings turn Lauren into a cute, grumpy kitten.] [The male lead is so devoted! This is love—giving up everything to cook for your soulmate.] Right on cue, the streaming comments scrolled past my vision, trying to sugarcoat this suffocating daily grind. Three years ago, these bizarre comments had suddenly appeared before my eyes. Only I could see them. They analyzed my relationship with Lauren endlessly, and their core message never changed: Lauren loved me deeply, and everything she did was an expression of that love. At first, I believed it. When she impatiently shoved away the hot water I offered, the comments would say, [Lauren’s just under a lot of writing pressure—she does care inside.] When she acted oblivious to everything I did, they claimed, [Real love is shown through actions, not words. She just isn’t good at expressing it.] Guided by their “interpretations,” I forgave her again and again, inventing excuses for her coldness each time. I thought I was the one person in the world who truly understood her. Until I became a spineless yes-man, orbiting her and nothing else. “Anthony, what’s wrong with this sweet and sour pork today?” At the table, Lauren took one bite and slammed her chopsticks down. “The meat’s too tough, the sauce is off—are you trying to sabotage my creative inspiration?” I rushed to apologize. “Sorry—maybe the heat was off today. Should I make you something else?” “Don’t bother. I’ve lost my appetite.” She shot me an icy look. “Have you been getting more careless lately? If you can’t even handle something as simple as cooking, what are you even good for?” [Aha, she’s jealous! Lauren must have seen him chatting with the girl at the convenience store yesterday. This is her way of marking her territory!] [A bestselling author staking her claim! We love to see it.] I looked at the comments, then at her utterly unapologetic face, and felt a cold wave tighten my chest. What was I good for? I could queue at five a.m. to buy the soy milk she loved from that old shop. I could drive three hundred kilometers overnight to a mountain in the next city because she “wanted to see snow,” nearly losing my fingers to frostbite. I could recite the best passages from her books, offer ideas when she was stuck—and yet my name was forever absent from her acknowledgments. I abandoned my major, my friends, my family, everything—just to be the man behind her success. And in the end, all I earned was: “What are you even good for?” Deep inside, something finally, quietly broke.
Destiny Helper Novel Cover
9.6
Katriel, a young woman from Africa, never expected that joining a simple WhatsApp group would change her life. There she met Trez a kind and charismatic man from Turkey. Their bond grew quickly despite the miles between them, and what began as casual chats blossomed into a deep long-distance love. For a year, they nurtured their connection through messages, calls and shared dreams, until they finally met in person.The meeting confirmed what they already knew their feelings were real. They dated for four beautiful years, creating memories that felt stronger than the distance that once separated them. But life took an unexpected turn,Katriel faced with choices and circumstances beyond love alone, eventually married another man and later gave birth to a son. The decision left Trez heartbroken, yet his love for Katriel was not erased. Despite the pain of betrayal, he chose to remain in her life not as her partner but as a steadfast presence. He became a silent supporter, offering strength and understanding when she needed it most.Their story is one of bittersweet love: a reminder that sometimes the deepest connections don't end in marriage but in lifelong impact. Trez's devotion, even without a title, showed Katriel that true love can take many forms romantic, selfless and enduring.
Divorced and Remarried:Desired by Two Billionaires  Novel Cover
9.0
Velma spent ten years as Dylan's wife, enduring his mother's cruelty and constant reminders that she was barren-an orphan who didn't deserve him. When she finally became pregnant after a decade of trying, everything fell apart. Forced to sign divorce papers, heartbroken and pregnant, Velma disappeared. Five years later, she returned as the world's most famous artist. By her side: Theron, a patient and wealthy man who helped her rebuild her life, and the son Dylan never knew existed. She came back for an art exhibition, but fate forced her to work at Dylan's fashion company. The moment Dylan saw her, everything changed. She was no longer the quiet, broken woman he'd divorced. She was confident, powerful, radiant-and married to another man. Dylan groveled. He begged. He humbled himself in ways he never imagined, willing to do anything to reclaim the wife he'd lost for a second chance. But Velma was no longer the woman who lived in anyone's shadow. Will she forgive the man who broke her heart? Choose the man who rebuilt her? Or rewrite the rules and have them both? Click to find out... This is a why choose when she can have both book.
Engaged to the Ruthless Billionaire  Novel Cover
9.7
Eliana Rivera is the firstborn daughter of business tycoon Cassian Rivera. When her father's company falls into debt, he marries her off to the arrogant and ruthless billionaire, Alexander Grayson, as part of a business contract and under the threat of blackmail. Alexander, the billionaire CEO, never planned to marry, but the pressure of blackmail forces him into a union with a woman he barely knows. Although Eliana doesn't see Alexander as her ideal partner, she agrees to the marriage out of a sense of duty. Once engaged, however, he barely acknowledges her presence and harbours disdain for her because of her father's actions and their relationship. But as they navigate their newfound relationship, the unexpected desire for each other's touch ignites-a twist neither of them planned, leading them toward an unforeseen love.
His Contracted Temptation; Velvet Lies Novel Cover
8.2
She married him for safety. He married her for strategy. Neither expected obsession. Valeria Torres is a woman with no past-because she buried it. But when her fake identity lands her in the arms of Dante Morello, billionaire mafia heir and the man everyone fears, the game changes. He offers her a deal: a two-year marriage to clean up his image and silence his enemies. She agrees-until the ghosts she ran from kidnap her daughter and force her back into the life she burned to escape. Now, she has to outwit killers, deceive her husband, and survive the one thing she never planned for-falling for him.