Call it love,Call it war
Riven Vale is Hollywood’s star boy—talented, handsome, untouchable. But when a late-night scandal with a billionaire’s son explodes across every tabloid, his once-soaring career crashes to dust. To quell the frenzy, his team ships him off to a sleepy coastal town in Maine, ostensibly “to rest and recharge.” Unofficially? He stumbled onto something dark: a clandestine meeting between studio executives and a shadowy investor, planning to traffic stolen military tech.He refused their hush-money,and the threats began.
At the edge of a misty harbor stands Kael Quinn, a rugged carpenter with a haunted gaze and zero patience for movie stars. Riven doesn’t recognize him at first, but Kael remembers the boy who crushed a small-town heart in high school—and walked away without a second glance. This time, he’s not letting Riven leave until he makes amends. Only, Kael doesn't just want an apology; he wants the truth, the whole story, and he’s ready to use every tool in his belt to pry it out.
“Tell me, Hollywood—do you kiss better when you're lying, or when you're scared?”
Tension ignites into obsession as Riven fights to stay alive—and to win back the man he once broke. With every secret laid bare, they’re drawn together by danger, by guilt, by the promise of something more. But the label’s mercenaries are closing in, and in a town too quiet to be safe, love might be the deadliest risk of all.
Basahin
Chapter: Chapter 6: Hearts on the line “Roman? Harlow? What the hell are you doing here?” Riven’s voice echoed off the pine-paneled walls, sharp with surprise.Roman stepped forward, his tone steady but urgent. “We got the burner alert about the fire. First flight out. We drove straight from the airport.”Harlow didn’t bother with a greeting. “This wasn’t some accident. You know that. So do we.” Her hood dropped back, revealing her platinum bob as she scanned the room like she expected something hidden in the walls.Kael turned from his workbench and cleared his throat. “Am I supposed to know what’s going on?”“I’m Kael Quinn.” He extended a hand to Roman.Roman met it with a firm grip. “Roman Vale. Riven’s brother.”Kael gave a brief nod, then looked to Harlow.“She’s my manager,” Riven said quietly.Kael studied her. “You’re the one who keeps him alive, huh?”“Most days,” Harlow replied, her voice dry but not unfriendly.“They’re here because this fire wasn’t random,” Riven added. “Someone set it.”Kael’s expression hard
Huling Na-update: 2025-07-24
Chapter: Chapter 5: The ashes we live inThe day was too bright for how wrecked Riven felt inside. His skin buzzed with the weight of last night’s dream, the photo album still burned behind his eyes, and Kael’s name clung to the back of his throat like smoke he couldn’t cough out.He wasn’t ready to confront him..not yet,but the universe didn’t wait for readiness.Because there he was. Kael was standing outside the bar just off Main, laughing with someone.Riven stood still on the sidewalk, breath catching like he’d been slapped. The man next to Kael was tall, tan, and tattooed, with a cocky smile and a backwards hat. He leaned into Kael too easily, touched his shoulder like it meant something. And Kael didn’t pull away.Jealousy wasn’t something Riven liked admitting to. But it bloomed inside him anyway, slow and sour like poison spreading in his chest.He tightened his grip on the envelope in his hands — the one holding all the photos and old evidence he’d found.Before he could take a step, a hand tapped his shoulder fro
Huling Na-update: 2025-07-11
Chapter: Chapter 4: A fragment from the past Riven dreamt in heat and in breathless scenarios. A name echoed louder than thunder.“Kael”It slipped from his lips like a prayer, dragging him out of sleep with a gasp. Sweat clung to his chest, hands twisted in the blanket like he’d fought something in the dark.He sat there breathing hard, eyes adjusting to the dimness.Just a dream, he told himself. Only a dream.But it didn’t feel like one. Not in the way his bones trembled..And definitely not in how clearly he remembered the shape of Kael’s mouth when it said his name.He climbed out of bed on silent feet, the wooden floor cold beneath him. His head felt fogged — not from alcohol, but from something heavier.At the fireplace, he opened the old cabinet.Inside was filled worn magazines, faded postcards, a box of letters that smelled like dust and loss. At the very bottom, shoved between yellowed newspapers, was a thick leather-bound photo album. Still wondering how he didn't take notice or see any of them all this while,his fing
Huling Na-update: 2025-07-11
Chapter: Chapter 3: The one thing he couldn't resist.The sky cracked open before Riven could hurry out to go get groceries.Rain fell like punishment — harsh and unrelenting, loud enough to drown out thought.The truck's light blinked twice and died, and darkness swallowed everything except the sound.He stood by the window, coffee cooling in his hand, watching headlights bob through the trees. The light cut a jagged path through the fog until it hit the clearing. A truck,old and familiar. Kael’s.The engine sputtered, died, then turned over again and failed completely. The door opened and Kael climbed out, soaked from hair to boots, moving fast through the storm like he hadn’t meant to stop . Like something had pulled him off course and dropped him here anyway.Riven cracked the door open and shouted over the rain.“Truck dead?”Kael didn’t look up. “Yeah.”“Well,” Riven called, shrugging, “guess you’re stuck here.”Kael finally turned. His hair clung to sharp cheekbones, shirt plastered to every muscle, rain rolling off him in sheets.
Huling Na-update: 2025-07-11
Chapter: Chapter 2: No one is safe.The cabin was too quiet but not peaceful — just the kind of quiet that curled under your skin and made your neck itch.The coffee in Riven's hand was bitter and watery, but it was hot. That was enough. He sat on the porch step, hoodie tugged low over his eyes, staring into the thick fog as it slid between the trees like it was alive.It had only been two nights, but already the place felt less like a hideout and more like a slow, sprawling trap. His phone had two bars, barely. Still, when it rang, he answered before the second buzz.Harlow.“Took you long enough.”Her voice cut sharp. “Took you long enough to almost ruin your life.”“I thought we were past that.”“We’re not past anything, Riven. Your dick is still trending.”He leaned back against the wooden post, lips tugging into a smirk. “So it’s true what they say. Bad press is still press.”“This isn’t press. It’s war.”She wasn’t joking. Not really. Her voice cracked just enough at the edges to let the truth bleed out.“I’m in
Huling Na-update: 2025-07-10
Chapter: Chapter 1: The wrong man The champagne was still fizzing in Riven’s veins when he slid his keycard into the hotel door, lips still slick with someone else's gloss from the lounge downstairs. He didn’t know whose. He didn’t care.The party had been chaos dressed in couture, a networking retreat in name only. Really it was Hollywood at its worst—messy, indulgent, insatiable. He danced until his knees ached, flirted with anything in a suit, smiled until his jaw burned.Now, back in the hush of his suite, he kicked off his shoes and collapsed onto the bed without even bothering with the lights. His phone buzzed once beside him, a soft vibration against the dark. Confirmation of the order.Not food,not room service.A hookup.He didn’t usually do this. But tonight wasn't usual. Tonight was about forgetting.Then came the knock.He rose slowly, shirt open, belt half undone. opened the door and froze upon seeing a tall and built blonde. Eyes wild under the hallway light. The man’s lips parted like he wanted to speak
Huling Na-update: 2025-07-10
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