Novel & Cerita Is Mattheo Riddle A Real Character

She pointed out. Mateo sighed and scratched over his eyebrow, “I am Mateo Nixon on papers, but in reality, I am Mateo Ricci.” He replied. This is the first piece of information she ever received about Mateo. “Why do you use Nixon instead of Ricci?” She asked him curiously. Faith realized that she doesn’t know anything about this man other than his name and that he is a club owner. She realized he was more than just a businessman when he so lankly shot those men dead, but that is someone she is only assuming. She figured he is not the most virtuous man out there, but still, she is curious to find out more about him – special how is he so close to Aldo.

I sit between them, hands wrapped around a mug I forgot to fill. “So,” I say, because someone has to. “Someone want to explain why it feels like I walked into the middle of a story I’m not supposed to know yet?” Matteo’s mouth quirks, faintly. “That sounds about right.” Ezra shoots him a look. “Be careful.” “With what?” Matteo asks. “The truth?” “With him.” I blink. “I’m right here.” Matteo nods. “I know.” He turns to me. “I’m Matteo.”

With a dry chuckle, he said, "Mr. Robinson, if you don't want to greet me, I won't force you. From now on, outside of work, you can treat me like a stranger." Hearing this, Jorge didn't bother pretending anymore. He responded coldly, "As you wish, Mr. Yoder." And with that, he threw a cold glance at Celeste as well. Matthias caught that and nearly laughed out of sheer irritation. Just then, Cayden noticed Matthias. Matthias had already gained some international recognition. In fact, he was one of the main reasons for Cayden's visit to Ceravelle. As a legend from the previous generation of AI pioneers, Cayden had come to meet the rising star of this generation—Matthias.

And then there was one more name. The Raven. A codename. No face. Real power. “Your mother answered to him once,” Rafael said. “Then they were equals. Then rivals. Now? I’ve got no clue. But if he’s still out there…” He didn’t finish the thought. No need to. We were up against more than just ghosts. We were up against gods. Meanwhile, across the sea, Matteo was fighting for his life. Barely hanging on. Beaten, starved, interrogated.

Mathew's gate was grey with a large drawing of a lion head staring in front. The gateman let us in when he saw me. I had asked Ada to wait in the car but she insisted on coming in. "Incase things go out of hand" she said. I knew Mathew. He was not violent. He was mostly quiet but that Mathew I knew was also faithful, truthful and he turned out to be a liar and a cheat. It was like I did not know the person at all.

“It means he planted something in your safehouse database. Something that reshapes Raven’s past. Names. Details. Timelines. As if she was never who she thought she was.” I didn’t move an didn’t breathe. Matteo sat up straighter. “Where is it?” Franca laughed. “Oh, I won’t tell you. But I’ll send you a riddle.” “You’re joking.” She hung up. The riddle came by fax. FAX. Matteo stared at the machine like it had betrayed him personally. I took the paper. Read the lines aloud: “I know your hands, though never met, I keep the things you most forget. A voice once borrowed, now your own. Find me where the past was grown.”

"You two look like you’ve been chewing on something sour. More bad news?" I exchange a quick look with Lara, then shake my head. Mateo continues. "And what did Roman say about the poem on the scroll I found?" The scroll that he conveniently found. I shrug. "Nothing meaningful. We're just trying to figure out the rat working with Lara's parents." Mateo whistles low. "Heavy stuff. Any leads?" Every fiber of me wants to say Your name just came up. But the words choke in my throat. Instead, I watch him closely. He didn't reek of guilt. Calm eyes, steady hands, even breathing. But what he's just that good of a liar?

I whispered. "Are you a dove, Nova?" Matteo asked, leaning his face so close that his cigar-scented lips practically grazed mine. "Are you going to sit quietly and wait for my crumbs? Or are you an Albatross... expanding those massive wings to calculate your prey, waiting for the absolute perfect microsecond to tear them apart?" "I could be your Owl, Matteo," I said, staring directly into the depths of his obsidian eyes, throwing the challenge right back at him. "They know things. They hear every single whisper vibrating through the cyber grid."

I’m the man who sets the corner on fire. And Matteo? He might still have Eli. But he just gave me something better. A revelation.

One could easily determine something had gone wrong in the area. I spared a glance at the person sitting beside me and found him with shrunken pupils, shivering hands, and drenched in cold sweat. Suddenly, I happened to recall a conversation. “How about on the side of Matthew’s mother? He had informed me of his other name,” I asked after taking a seat at the dining table of the Vargas household. The Major’s cousin, Deuteronomy, replied to my query, “Their names are the complete opposite of ours. Matt’s mother is Lilith.”