The rooftop was supposed to be isolated, the man in the shadows wasn’t supposed to witness my humiliating moments. But he did. The green eyed devilishly handsome man who spoke with the darkest of voice, and a cruel smirk as he smoked his cigarette. A man I thought I would never see again. Twenty eight hours later, I was assigned to cover an hockey team , and the captain was no other than him. Brook Hunter. The man who appeared sweet on the surface but a bully underneath. When the opportunity arose to unveil his mask, I did with all gladness. But it was never supposed to be published for all to see. It was meant to never be seen by him. His reputation was ruined in. And just when I thought Brook would be in the background of my thoughts, he turned out to be my stepbrother. The monster who is out to ruin me is the man I’m supposed to get along with. What happens when our hatred surpasses our reasoning? What happens when he makes me a deal