LOGINElliot Carter never loses. Not to his father. Not to anyone. And definitely not to the infuriating 'golden' boy who suddenly moves into his house. When Elliot’s father marries Asher Brooks’ mother, his already broken world cracks even more. Asher is everything he despises—calm, disciplined, admired by everyone at university. The kind of guy who smiles like he has nothing to prove. From the moment they meet, it’s war. Elliot thrives on pushing buttons. Asher refuses to be provoked. Their fights are sharp, personal, and relentless, until one night, anger turns physical… and something far more dangerous ignites between them. A line is crossed that neither of them can uncross. Asher refuses to feel guilty. Elliot refuses to admit he wanted it. Now they’re trapped under the same roof, and the more they try to hate each other, the more dangerous the attraction becomes. Because this isn’t just rivalry. It’s obsession. And when control becomes the weapon of choice, someone is bound to break. The only question is... Who will break first?
View MoreELLIOT“Elliot, we’re going to be late.” Asher’s voice came from the living room.“I’ll be right there,” I called back.I smoothed down my shirt, tucking the front more firmly into my jeans as I checked myself out in the mirror.I looked good, if I dared to say that myself. Not that it mattered, since it wasn’t like I was going to a fancy party.We were just going to have dinner with our parents.But I didn’t care. I believed you had to look good regardless of the situation. Yeah, I’d been hanging out too much with Sebastian these days. He really wasn’t that bad once you got to know him.I didn’t want to jinx it, but everything was going nicely.Our friends were as supportive as ever, our relationship was going great, we’d finally rented an apartment of our own after pooling our savings together.Our apartment wasn’t huge. It was small and slightly overpriced and the plumbing made concerning noises whenever someone showered too long. But it was ours, and that was all that mattered.As
ASHER“When I walked in on you both that day, all I could think was that my family was falling apart. Again.” She took in a shaky breath. “I panicked.”“I know.”“And then everything spiraled so quickly after that,” she went on. “Suddenly Simon was angry and kicked Elliot out of the house, then you moved out…”“Mum—”“No, let me finish.”I immediately fell silent.“I kept asking myself where I went wrong,” she admitted quietly. “I kept thinking maybe I failed somehow as a mother.”An ache blossomed in my chest.“You didn’t fail.”Her eyes met mine finally.“Then why does it feel like I’ve lost my son?”The pain in her voice nearly broke me.I set the cup down immediately and turned toward her fully.“You’ve not lost me.”“It feels like I have,” she whispered. “You stopped looking at me the same way. And when you left the house…” her voice cracked, “…it felt unbearable.”Guilt hit me so hard I almost felt sick.“I’m sorry,” I said immediately. “I never wanted to hurt you.”She shook he
ASHERI stayed in the waiting room, long after Elliot was gone.I had one ear tuned in for any sounds of shouting or fighting or breaking things coming from Simon’s room. So far, there has been none. Not even Elliot storming out of Simon’s room as I feared has happened yet.Which meant everything was going well.Right?They were both stubborn people so I didn’t know how productive the conversation was going to be or how well it was going to go. I just had to hope that a miracle had happened.I stared at the ugly painting on the wall, the same one I’d been staring at for the past twenty minutes, as I waited for Elliot to come out.I winced as I rotated my neck from side to side. I felt like shit. I probably smelled like one too. Everywhere hurt.I definitely needed to head home for a little while for a shower and a change of clothes but I couldn’t leave Elliot alone just yet. Not before I knew the outcome of his conversation with his father.I rubbed tiredly at my eyes and leaned back
ELLIOTHis bloodshot eyes snapped to mine.My throat tightened. “When I said I wished you were dead… I didn’t mean it. I was just so angry, because it felt like you didn’t care. That you didn’t care that Mum and Daniel were gone. That you didn’t care if I lived or died—”“I do care,” he cut in gently, his voice raw. “I care so much. Much more than you could ever imagine.”I ran a hand through my hair, frustrated. “But I never got that from you. You were so carefree after they died. It was like they weren’t that important to you. It took you only months to start dating again.”His gaze dropped down, like he was ashamed. “I was hurting really badly. I felt so… lonely. I just needed company. I agree that wasn’t probably the best thing to do at that moment but…” He exhaled shakily. “I just needed someone. I needed to feel something other than grief.”“I was right there.” My voice cracked slightly. “Just like you, I was lonely too. I needed someone too. More than anyone, I needed my fathe






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