
Against The Odds
ruthjacobofficial · Ongoing · 199.7k Words
Introduction
Then one night, one scandal, and the world he built came crashing down without warning.
Simone Carter has spent three years building a career tough enough to survive. When the league forces them together, she holds his future in her hands — and he has no idea he already changed hers.
Every session is a battle. Every silence says too much. She's the woman who decides if he plays or not. And he is the man who doesn't remember ruining her life.
The longer they fight it, the harder they fall.
But when the truth about Marcus scandal finally surfaces — will it bring them together, or destroy the one thing neither of them planned for?
Chapter 1
Marcus POV
The notification was already on every screen in the building when he walked in.
Marcus saw it on the TV mounted above the reception desk first.
Then on someone's phone. On a tablet a woman was clutching near the elevator, her eyes jumping from the screen to his face then back again like she was confirming something.
He kept walking. Head up. Jaw tight. The way his mother taught him — “you don't let them see it land”. But it had landed.
"Breaking News: New Video Evidence Surfaces in Hale Scandal. Legal Team Files Motion This Morning."
He'd seen the news at 12:47 AM and hadn't slept a minute after that. Now it was 6:52 AM and he was walking into the Hartford Hawks training facility for the first time.
Every single person in the building knew his name for the wrong reasons. A kid at the front desk; he couldn't have been older than nineteen looked up and immediately looked back down.
That small thing, that one second of pity from a teenager who probably earned twelve dollars an hour, hit Marcus harder than any headline had in months. He signed in without a word.
The locker room was half full when he pushed through the door. Conversations stopped the way they do when the person everyone has been talking about walks in.
Marcus had experienced this enough times to know the difference between star treatment and scandal treatment. This was a scandal treatment.
The silence had a texture to it. Thick and deliberate. The kind that pressed against your skin. He found his locker. They'd put his name on a strip of white tape, not even a proper nameplate, white tape with black marker like he was temporary.
He started changing. Nobody spoke to him for four full minutes. He counted. He hadn't expected a parade. He hadn't expected warmth or enthusiasm.
The kind of welcome that came with being the new star signing. He'd known walking in here that he was a damaged goods in a minor league locker room full of men trying to move up, not down.
He understood the math of that. What he hadn't prepared for was how loud the silence would be. How it would sit on his shoulders like something physical.
He kept his face neutral and changed his shirt. He told himself this was day one. Day one was always the hardest. It meant nothing about day thirty or day sixty or the end of the season.
He had been the new guy before. He knew how to survive being looked at like a problem.Then a voice from across the room said.
"Yo. You're actually here."
Marcus turned. A young kid, maybe twenty-two, cornrows tight, shoes cleaner than everyone else's. He was looking at Marcus the way people look at things they can't decide are dangerous or incredible.
"Last I checked," Marcus said. "I watched you drop forty-one on the Celtics in 2021," the kid said. "Forty-one. I was in the nosebleeds. I told my little brother I'd play in the same league as you one day." He paused. "Didn't mean like this but still."
One or two guys laughed. Nervous laughter but still laughter. Marcus felt something in his chest loosen, just a fraction.
"What's your name?" Marcus asked.
"Darius."
"You any good, Darius?"
"Better than you right now."
This time the laughter was real. Marcus almost smiled. Almost. Practice started at seven and Coach Briggs was the kind of man who treated almost as failure.
He was already on the court when they filed out, clipboard in hand, expression suggesting he'd eaten something unpleasant for breakfast and blamed everyone present.
"Hale," he said before Marcus had fully cleared the tunnel. Not a greeting. Just an acknowledgment that a problem had arrived.
"Coach," Marcus said.
Briggs looked at him for a long moment; the kind of look that takes inventory, checks for damage, and decides what it's working with. Then he turned to the rest of the team.
"We running sets in five. Somebody show Hale the baseline rotation." He walked away without waiting.
Darius appeared at Marcus's elbow. "He's like that with everyone."
"He's not like that with everyone," Marcus said.
"No," Darius admitted. "He's worse with you."
Practice was brutal. Not because Briggs pushed them hard. Marcus had been pushed harder at every level of his career but because Marcus was off.
His timing was wrong. His feet were slow in ways they had never been slow. He'd had eight months of barely touching a ball and it showed in every movement, every rotation, every shot that left his hand with the right intention and arrived at the rim with the wrong result.
He missed fourteen shots in a row at one point. He wasn't counting, but someone else was. He could feel it. The weight of those eyes tracking every miss, noting every stumble, building a case for what they already believed.
That Marcus Hale was finished. That the scandal hadn't just taken his reputation. It had taken his game too. He didn't let it show. He retrieved every missed shot, reset his feet, and went again.
That was the only thing he knew how to do when everything else failed. Go again. His body was tired and his mind was loud. The headline from this morning was still crawling across the back of his skull but he went again every single time.
By the time Briggs blew the final whistle Marcus's shirt was soaked. His pride was somewhere on the floor between the three-point line and the bench.
"Hale. Stay back."
The team filed off. Darius gave him a look that was half sympathy, half good luck with that. Marcus stayed. Briggs waited until the last player disappeared through the tunnel before he spoke.
"I need you to understand something," he said. Not unkindly. Just plainly. "I went to bat for you. People told me you were done. Too much baggage. I said I believed in second chances." He paused. "Don't make me look stupid."
Marcus held his gaze. "I won't."
"There's a condition on your contract you haven't addressed yet." Briggs consulted his clipboard. "Weekly psychological evaluation. The league requires sign-off before you're cleared for game play." He looked up. "First session is today. Two o'clock."
Marcus kept his face neutral. "Fine."
"Her name is Dr. Carter." Briggs said, with a slight emphasis, watching for a reaction. "She's good at what she does. I'd suggest you take it seriously."
Marcus nodded. He was already thinking about a shower, food and how to stop his hands from shaking in a way he hoped no one had noticed during practice.
The morning had taken something from him. Not just energy, but something harder to name. The exhaustion of performing okayness while everything underneath was still rubble. He didn't think twice about the name.
He should have.
Last Chapters
#195 Chapter 195 Forever
Last Updated: 8/20/2026#194 Chapter 194 The Wedding Day
Last Updated: 8/20/2026#193 Chapter 193 One Last Game
Last Updated: 8/20/2026#192 Chapter 192 The Wedding Plans
Last Updated: 8/20/2026#191 Chapter 191 The Proposal
Last Updated: 8/20/2026#190 Chapter 190 The Question
Last Updated: 8/20/2026#189 Chapter 189 The Decision
Last Updated: 8/20/2026#188 Chapter 188 Her Own Place
Last Updated: 8/11/2026#187 Chapter 187 The Weight of More
Last Updated: 8/11/2026#186 Chapter 186 The Call
Last Updated: 8/9/2026
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