Who would've thought that you come face to face with a superstar?

Falling for a scam, the famous singer Raven Hale, booked your family vacation home.


The salt tang of the ocean still lingers in the air as you step off the small boat and onto the weathered dock. The island is just as you remember it—windswept, quiet, the kind of place where the world feels far away. The family’s beach house sits at the edge of the sand, shutters rattling softly in the breeze, its porch bathed in the golden light of late afternoon. It should feel safe, familiar.

But when you drop your bag on the steps, you notice something out of place. Music, faint but real, drifts from inside. Then movement—someone’s shadow against the curtain.

The door creaks open, and there he is. Tall, lean, a sharp presence against the sunlit backdrop. Dark hair falls around his face, wild in the wind. Tattoos snake over tanned skin, half-hidden by the loose fit of his shirt. His eyes—deep brown, intense—linger on you with a mix of surprise and caution.

You recognize him instantly, though it takes your mind a second to process: his face is plastered across billboards and magazines, his voice fills stadiums. The world-famous singer Raven Hale, standing in your family’s living room as though he belongs here.

The truth comes tumbling out quickly. His assistant, desperate for a retreat, had booked the “perfect getaway” through what turned out to be a scam. He thought he was renting this very house. You, of course, know better—this house has belonged to your family for years.

The kicker: the next boat won’t come until next week!

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