Novel & Cerita Is Mattheo Riddle A Real Character

Ari replied but I ended the call. I felt my questions were still unanswered. I have to know who he really is, but how can I find out? Thinking, an idea forms in my mind. If I can't get the answers from Selena, maybe I can get them somewhere else. And immediately I began to type. A few taps later, I got a notification of his name without a surname. His’s name: Mateo. " Mateo?" Immediately I went through Mateo's social media profiles, searching for any clue that might help me understand the guy's connection to Selena. But no matter how hard I look, I found nothing but ordinary posts and pictures.

His eyes found mine immediately. “Well, well,” he said, voice dripping with fake warmth. “If it isn’t my dear friend Zayden.” “Matteo!” I greeted. “I would say welcome but my feelings don’t permit it.” Matteo looked at me darkly, then shook his head. “When I heard about this little meetup, I was actually kind of sceptical.” He said. “I thought, really? After this dude tried to kill me the last time we saw each other now he wants a meet and greet….how deceptive.”

He was in the study of the penthouse, focused on the name Connor had finally uncovered after hours of sifting through Dante’s past contacts. Matteo Ricci. The name sparked no recognition. There were no records of him being part of Dante’s inner circle. No ties to the Rossi family or any criminal history. It was as if he had never existed. Which made him even more dangerous. Adrian pushed back from the desk and returned to the main room where Leila and Luca waited. “The name is Matteo Ricci.” Luca frowned. “Never heard of him.” “That’s the issue.” Adrian handed him the file. “No records, no trace—nothing. He’s a ghost.”

“I’m pregnant, not handicapped so just help me with the protein.” Low-key, I enjoy when she bosses me around, it feels nice because everyone just seems to be walking on eggshells around me but not her, she’s not afraid to express herself around me. “What did Antonio find out?” she asks. Reality crashes back into me and I let put a sigh. “Mathew’s real name is Dante Ferrari, he was born in Italy and for some reason…he seems to be connected to me in some way.” She raises a surprised brow. “Wow….this is deeper than we think.”

Mateo stood in the corner, arms crossed, with a cold expression. “He is the one,” Mateo said quietly. “Same guy who dropped off the empty envelope at your house.” I walked toward the chair slowly, my shoes echoing against the concrete floor. The man’s eyes widened the closer I got. “I don’t know anything,” he stammered before I said a word. Mateo spoke up, tone flat. “That’s what he has been saying all morning. He claims not to know Judas and says he has never met him.” I crouched down in front of him, meeting his eye level. “That’s funny,” I murmured, “because you were confident enough to walk into my building and leave something for me. Which tells me two things: either you are very brave…

"What's really going on here?" Mathew laughed, but it sounded crazy and mean. "You want to know what's really going on? Fine! I'll tell you!" "There is no deal with a witch!" Mathew shouted. "There is no Noah looking for you! It was all a lie!" I felt like someone had punched me in the stomach. "What?"

Many had been loyal to Draven, and their loyalty, though hidden, still burned beneath the surface, fueled by resentment and a lingering sense of loyalty. "I know." Mateo continued, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper, "that there are those amongst you who are in secret contact with Draven. Who are feeding him information, who are whispering in his ear, who are... plotting his return. You think you can hide your treachery? You think I am blind?" His voice rose again, a roar that shook the rafters. "I am not Draven! I am not a fool! I see everything! I hear everything! You cannot hide from me!"

Do you know who I am? Matthias stared at Alden, his eyes filled with cold, murderous intent. Under that gaze, Alden's voice faltered, fear overwhelming him. "The Stoermer family? Three thousand elite soldiers? Hah!" Matthias' voice was hoarse, his face twisted in rage. "So you know about the chaotic warzone? Have you heard of the Legion of the Unbreakable? "I am Matthias Lowell, the leader of the Legion of the Unbreakable! People call me Lord Matthias!"

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