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

Norman's POVAs I stepped out of the palace hall, the weight of my conversation with my father still lingered in my chest. His words weren’t harsh, but they held something heavier than scolding—expectation. He didn’t care about Riley’s past, her bloodline, or the court’s noise. All he wanted to know was if I truly wanted her… and if I was ready to face everything that would come with choosing her.I had answered him without hesitation. Yes. Every single time, it was a yes. And to think he had only laughed when I told him about Damon and Kirk also having eyes for Riley totally irks me. I knew he must have heard about the issue but I still deemed it reasonable telling him, but he only laughed it off. But knowing him, he'd still think about the whole issue sometimes later—when alone. He wasn't foolish, far from it. He was the wisest person I've ever known, that was the way he had kept the kingdom together.I walked down the palace steps with a quiet hope that Riley was still by the garde

Riley's POVThe palace was even grander than I had thought it to be. Towering walls, shining marble floors, and the heavy scent of roses from the garden made my stomach twist. I was used to quiet corners and wooden floors, not gold trimmings and guards in static motion. As the car passed through the front gates, I felt the nervous flutter I always tried to hide.I sat beside Norman in the car, pretending to be calm. He looked so sure of himself, like always—shoulders straight, eyes steady, lips set in that quiet line he wore when he was deep in thought. I admired him so much, maybe too much. He belonged here. This world was his. But me? Sometimes I wasn’t so sure."You’re quiet," he said, turning to look at me."I’m just thinking." I gave him a small smile, hoping it would pass as enough.He reached for my hand, holding it gently. "You don’t have to come in if you don’t want to. I can handle my father."I shook my head quickly. "No, I want to come. I just... maybe I’ll stay in the gar

Norman's POVThe ride back to the mansion felt like an eternity. My hand, still clenched from the confrontation, throbbed dully. I could still hear the venom in Elder Thomas’s voice, the way he spat out the word “slave” like a curse. Slave. The very thought made my stomach churn. Riley, my own wife, the woman I've come to love, subjected to such blatant disrespect. A wave of fury, cold and sharp, washed over me.I snuck a glance at her. She sat beside me, her gaze fixed on the passing buildings, pale and bearing no expression. She seemed composed, but I knew her well enough to see the tight set of her jaw, the slight tremor in her hands. I wanted to reach for her, to pull her close, to offer some comfort, but I hesitated. My outburst at the court… had it been the right thing to do? I’d defended her, yes, but had I made things worse? Had I painted a target on her back?The guilt gnawed at me. I should have been there. I should have anticipated their hostility, their prejudice. I shou

Riley’s POVI had just gotten summoned by the court. The summons had arrived just after breakfast, a crisp white envelope bearing the court’s official seal. My stomach had churned as I read the formal, almost chillingly polite, request for my presence. I knew this was coming. Norman had taken the step to let our marriage go public, just before he went for a quick journey with Chadwick. I could also understand one thing, Norman’s sudden announcement of our marriage had sent ripples of shock through the kingdom, and I knew the court wouldn’t take it lying down.Now, I was on my way to the court as it was close to the time stipulated in the letter. Norman wasn't around to escort me. He had left for an important meeting yesterday noon and wouldn't be coming back until later today. Although I wasn't bothered about his absence, I would face the men of the court and try to be knowledgeable in my dealings with them. After walking a while, I entered the grand hall, my heart hammering against

Riley’s POVA soft knock on my door pulled me from my thoughts. I’d been sketching, trying to capture the way the afternoon light slanted through the windows, painting the room in shades of gold and amber. I opened the door to find Norman standing there, his jaw tight, his fists clenched at his sides. Even without him saying a word, I knew something was wrong. The air around him crackled with tension.“Norman? What is it?” I asked, my voice laced with concern.He forced a smile, a pale contrast of his usual impassive expression. “Nothing. Just came back from the court. I didn't see you in my chamber so I thought you'd be here.”I raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. He paced the room restlessly, his silence more telling than any words could have been. My heart sank. His visit to the court hadn’t gone well. I knew it. I had known he wouldn't have it easy, that he'd face resistance — resistance he’d face from those who clung to tradition, to the old ways. He’d brushed off my concerns, confid

Norman’s POVBy the time I get back to my suite, I couldn't find Riley anywhere around. I understand immediately she must have gone back to her room. I still needed to see her so I stepped out of my room, my mind reeling with the discussion I had with the court. I closed the door gently behind me, and immediately set out to go to Riley's part of the huge pack house.I hadn't taken two steps when Damon suddenly appeared before me, his presence as sudden and unexpected as a storm cloud on a clear day. His face was like a thundercloud, his eyes blazing with a cold fury that would have affected any other person, but not me. "You," he growled, pointing at me. I didn't fail to notice the accusation that rang deep in his voice. "Why would you do this? Why would you marry my mate?"His words struck me as both absurd and amusing. His mate? What the hell was he talking about? Riley was no one's possession, a fact I was about to make abundantly clear. A chuckle escaped my lips, a sound that see