Novels by Mathew Jeremiah

Gwen's POV“Rickard Gilbert. You have been found guilty of all of the charges against you. You are hereby sentenced to life imprisonment with hard labor” The judge gave his final verdict.I sighed with relief as I realized that all of my problems were gradually coming to an end.A month has passed since the incident. During the struggle between Andrew and Rickard at the warehouse, a trigger was pulled and a bullet went through Rickard's left leg.The case didn't hold immediately because Rickard needed to recover before he could face the court.Jake and Dr. James both testified against Rickard, and Fred presented the court with evidence indicating Rickard pulled the trigger on Brody.Elena's statement also helped with the case but unfortunately, she slipped into a coma.She was closely monitored by the police. As soon as she regains her consciousness, she will also pay for her crimes.Hopefully, she receives a lighter sentence because she was the only reason my sons were healthy and wi

Gwen's POVNanny Rose's memorial service was held in her hometown, and Granny and I attended to pay our final respects.We boarded the next flight to Oklahoma and returned home later that evening. The house felt incredibly empty without the children and Nanny Rose.It seemed like I was in a completely different place. I walked to the sofa and shut my eyes tightly.It has been quite an awful month for me and I don't think I will recover any time soon.As soon as I picked up my phone, I received a call from Andrew asking me to come to the hospital. My heart skipped a beat because I knew the hospital spelled bad news.Granny insisted on tagging along but I didn't let her. She has also been through a lot, which has had a negative impact on her health.I tried reaching Ricky to drive me there but he wasn't picking so I decided on taking a cab there.******“What's wrong Andrew?” I asked as soon as I saw him in the waiting room.There were numerous police officers patrolling around the area

Rickard's POVI stormed into the room where I had kept the children captive. Their instant sobs and screams became a nuisance to my ears.“Would you both shut up for fuck sake?” I yelled, throwing a wooden chair across the room, and the kids shook with fear.I made the room comfortable for them, I mean, I still remain their favorite uncle right?"I want to go to my mummy," Ethan stated, rubbing his cheeks with both hands.“Shut up you little brat, mummy is not coming” I yelled, slamming my hand against the wall vigorously.Elena rushed into the room as Ethan's sobbing became louder."Oh, poor child, do not cry," she said, stepping closer to Ethan. She sat on the room's bed and cradled Ethan in her arms.“You really don't have to scare them like this Rickard. They are our key to a good life” Elena said, staring at me intently.I scoffed audibly.“Since when did you start to care about the children and their well being?” I asked sarcastically."I am not a monster, Ricky, I have always h

Gwen's POV I watched how Andrew's face turned pale. I had no doubt that Rickard was on the other end of the phone. Andrew lowered the phone from his ear and stared at me without saying anything. “What happened?” “He threatened to harm the children, but I won't let him Gwen, I promise” Andrew said, taking my hands into his. "I know you won't," I replied, smiling lightly at him. He was the only person I fully trusted to bring my kids back. He was their father, he had the money and influence and I knew he was willing to give Rickard all his properties. He loved the boys that much. “Let me drive you home Gwen” Andrew offered. “I came with Ricky, it's only right I go back with him” I declined politely. “Alright Gwen, I will meet you at the house” Andrew said, softly planting a kiss on my cheeks. I got into the car with Ricky and he drove me home. On the way to the house, I could not stop thinking about how Rickard learned about our plan to ambush him. It only meant one thing, so

Andrew's POVI impatiently stared at the footage that captured how Rickard bulged into the house and came out with my children.“How could you be careless? You were assigned to look after my children," I yelled angrily, slamming my hands against the table.My phone began buzzing just as the chief of police was about to speak. It was an unknown number. I had an immediate suspicion that it was Rickard calling.I picked my phone and placed the call on loud speaker. The chief of police quickly asked his assistant to connect my mobile phone to the cellular location system in order to track down Rickard's exact location.“Hello big bro” Rickard said over the phone.“You scoundrel, where are you? Where are my children” I yelled vehemently over the phone.“Oh big bro, why are you being aggressive? The kids are having a little fun time with their favorite uncle” Rickard said sarcastically over the phone.My anger surged, and I could feel my blood crackling. If I ever get my hands on Rickard, I

Gwen's POV“No! No! No!” I continuously kept on saying. With every word I said, I took a step back.I almost lost my balance if not because of Ricky who supported me from behind.Nanny Rose lay on the floor in her own pool of blood, and the room's window was wide open.Ethan and Evan were not in their beds, and I could feel my heart breaking into little pieces. I released myself from Ricky's grip and ran towards the window.“Ethan! Evan!” I yelled at the top of my voice.Granny rushed into the room and was taken aback as soon as she saw the scene. She quickly took out her phone and dialed the ambulance.Ricky dashed out of the room to inform the cops about the kidnapping.I was left in shock and I kept on calling out to my boys, magically hoping that they would appear in front of me.I sat on the floor and burst into tears. My children were my weakness and if anything should happen to them, I don't think I would ever move on.I wished I had put them to bed myself, then maybe all this

Riley's POVThe cold night air bit at my exposed skin, but the chill that ran through me wasn't from the weather. It was the thrill of the hunt, the sharp edge of danger that always accompanied a mission like this. Karl’s voice, low and gravelly, cut through the quiet, giving his final instructions.“Hardin, Dr. Walker, Zoey, the rest of you – stay back,” he commanded, his gaze sweeping over the assembled group. “Do not engage. Do not reveal yourselves unless I give the order. Your role is support, a fallback. Understand?”A chorus of murmured agreements followed. I watched Hardin nod, his face a mask of grim determination. Dr. Walker adjusted his spectacles, his medical kit clanking softly. Zoey, usually so vibrant, was subdued, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and admiration. It was a stark reminder of the gravity of our situation. We were walking into a viper’s nest, and they were the last line of defense. My stomach churned with a mixture of fear and pride. This was it. The real t

Riley's POV The wind whipped around me, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth, a stark contrast to the metallic tang of fear that hung in the air. HornSide. We were on the outskirts, hidden amongst the dense foliage, the outlanders’ camp visible in the distance. A sprawling settlement, teeming with activity, a stark reminder of the threat we faced. My enhanced senses picked up the low hum of their technology, a constant, unsettling background noise. I could almost taste the tension, the fear, the anticipation hanging heavy in the air.I stood beside Karl, Vinny, and Hardin, the three of them grim-faced, their eyes fixed on the enemy camp. My wolf pulsed within me, restless, eager to unleash its power. I was ready. Fully ready. My abilities were sharpened, honed for this mission. This wasn’t just another test. This was something real, a good use of my unique skills.We discussed the plan, a hushed conversation amongst the trees. The strategy was simple, yet incredibly risky: infil

Damon's POV The crumpled report in my hand felt like a lifeline, a stroke of luck in a game I'd been playing for far too long. The outlanders' attack on HornSide. It was bad news if it spread among the people of the kingdom, a devastating blow, a strategic setback for Norman. But for me… it was an opportunity. A chance I wouldn't let slip through my fingers.My spy network, meticulously cultivated over years, had yielded valuable information. Norman had sent troops to HornSide, a desperate attempt to reclaim lost ground. And, more importantly, Riley was with them. A thrill shot through me, and my heart beat in anticipation and long-suppressed desire. Norman wouldn't be there. That was my chance. My opportunity to strengthen the mate bond with Riley, to rekindle the flame that had flickered and almost died. The news of Riley's deployment ignited a fire within me, a burning desire that pushed aside all other concerns. I knew this was my chance. My chance to get close to her, to reconn

Norman's POV The air in the council chamber was thick with tension, the scent of old wood and anticipation hanging heavy in the air. Around the massive oak table sat the council of warriors, their faces grim, etched with the weight of the news I was about to deliver. The attack on HornSide. The outlanders had struck a brazen assault on our borderlands. That was what Chadwick had told me. Nate had sent an urgent email pleading for help.I stood at the head of the table, the weight of my crown—not yet officially placed, but promised—bearing down on me. The rhythmic tap of my fingers against the polished wood was the only sound for a moment, a contrast to the rising unease in the room."Alpha Nate of HornSide pack sent an urgent message. The outlanders have breached the defenses at HornSide," I announced, my voice cutting through the silence. The faces of the men in the room transformed into a collective gasp.After making sure the whisperings and shock had dispersed, I continued. "Thei

Riley's POV My eyes fluttered open and the moonlight streamed through the window temporarily blinding me for a moment. I raised my hand and blocked the unwelcomed light after which my eyes gradually adjusted to the illumination.My gaze flew to the wall clock. It was just 4:am.Hearing the sounds of water from the restroom, I stood up gingerly. Norman didn't come home last night, he had told me he needed to attend to some political issues.I balled my hand into a fist as I took a slow, quiet step towards the door of the restroom. On the bedside table, I picked the only thing I could use to defend myself if it comes to it—a scalpel.My heart pounded hard in my chest as I maintained the slow steps until I got to the door of the restroom.Just as I reached to gently open the door, it swung open from the inside. I didn't bother for a moment to think. I didn't bother to look at the intruder. I swung the scalpel straight, wanting to do enough damage.A hand caught my own hand effortlessly.

Norman's POV “Prince Norman.” Mr. Crestwood’s voice boomed through the room and I felt my ears instantly prickle. Did he just mention my name? I almost didn't believe it. I pinched myself hard, and the pain that shot through me told me I wasn't dreaming. The shocked expression of Damon and Kirk is another confirmation that this wasn't a dream. “This can't be happening!” Damon clenched his knuckles, his gaze dark gaze roaming between Mr. Crestwood and I. “You had this planned, you fucking pave way for him!” He pointed an accusing finger straight at Mr. Crestwood. The hall fell into chaos as most of the kingmakers suddenly flared at Damon's accusations. It was a careless thing to say, daring even. The traditions of the kingdom forbids anyone from calling out the kingmakers like this. “Silence.” Mr. Crestwood’s voice rang through the room and the noise in the hall suddenly dissolved. “Did you realize what you are saying, Prince?” Mr. Crestwood asked Damon calmly. “Your claims ar