Riley Matthews Novels & Stories

It’s one of the main reasons no jealousy crosses any of our features at the mention of Riley sleeping in one of our rooms. Elijah Graham When I had heard Matt stop the talk, I peeked from the hall, my gaze softening at the sight. Riley was on the floor, her hand wrapped around Matt’s, her head laying on her arm on the couch. Matt was laying back with his eyes closed, most likely trying to use the time to heal from his injuries.

“Who was willing to pay? Who hired you?” Damon shook his head. “I don’t know. Matthew never told me. He just said we’d get paid once we had them.” “Did you see anybody? Listen to anything that might tell us who was behind this?” Barnes squeezed. Damon scowled, attempting to keep in mind. “There was a phone call. Matthew took it while we were planning. I couldn’t listen much, but he said a name… somebody named ‘Riley.’” “Riley?” Barnes rehashed, making a note. “Anything else?”

Avila is waiting for you. Kian's smile abruptly dropped. He stood there, dumbfounded as his face was filled with disbelief. Matthew raised his chin arrogantly, giving Kian a sidelong glance. "Mr. Lawson, excuse me. I'll be going first." As Matthew's figure disappeared into the office, Kian felt as if he were dreaming. He knew exactly what kind of person Matthew was—utterly useless, an idle layabout. How could someone like Rachel agree to meet a nobody like him? What on earth was going on?

Yes Enzo has made my womanhood feel things that I’m curious about exploring but he had no rights. “He’s wrong, I am hungry,” I told her, I’m not even going to bother with explaining myself to anyone let them think what they want. Today I put myself in a box and conceal it, today I’m no longer myself. I'm Dwayne Isla Martagos daughter, a classy lady that doesn’t misbehave or speak her mind. She just smiles and agrees and does what she’s told, including meeting my fiancé. “What can I get for you?” Selma asked.

The girl I used to play with in my stepfather's pack before life took us in completely different directions. "Oh Goddess," Riley whispers, shame flooding her features. "Stella, I didn't—I didn't know it was you. I swear, I wouldn't have—" "Let her go," I tell my guards. They exchange uncertain looks. "Miss Matthews, she just tried to rob you—" "I said let her go." I use my authoritative voice. "Now." Reluctantly, they release Riley, though they remain close, ready to intervene if she tries anything. Riley stumbles to her feet, swaying slightly. Up close, she looks even worse than I initially thought. Her cheeks are hollow, her eyes sunken. The clothes are hanging off her skinny frame.

It was everything I'd ever dreamed of in a proposal, perfect in every way, except it wasn't meant for me. A reporter stuck a mic in Joe's face, and he answered with composed ease, "Yeah, Nora and I've only known each other two months, but I'm certain that she's my fated mate. We're having the mate-bonding ceremony in a week!" His voice was just as steady and sure as it was when he told me he loved me at 18. It felt like someone stabbed me clean through the heart with a silver dagger. I couldn't stop the tears streaming down my face.

Matthew greeted her with a polite smile. “Hi, Matthew.” Jenny returned the smile. Matthew’s gaze shifted to Charlotte, his expression cautious. “And this is…?” Jenny introduced her. “This is Miss Riley, a lawyer from our firm.” Charlotte stepped forward, giving a polite nod. “Hello. Jenny explained your situation to me. If you’re comfortable, I’d like to help you seek compensation from your former employer.” Matthew’s expression tightened, and he hesitated. “I… I’m sorry, Miss Riley. I can’t afford a lawyer. You can see how things are. I can barely pay for my own medical bills right now. I’m so sorry for wasting your time.”

I had felt guilty about turning him down, especially after everything he had done for me and was still doing for me, but this made a lot more sense. Ryder finally looked up at me, and his eyes were filled with guilt. “I didn’t plan to. Not at first…” he said honestly. “I just wanted something. Some kind of reaction. I thought if he felt something… he would say something, maybe confront me. But he didn’t.” He let out a shaky breath. “So I tried to move on. If I pretended hard enough, then maybe—just maybe—I would stop feeling the mate bond. And for a while… it seemed to be working. I hadn’t seen him in years.”

Rylan could react in any way. "That shouldn't matter. What matters, is I'll be getting what I am want, and you will be getting what you want, with a little extra on the side," Fate tells me, a conspiratorial smile gracing his features. What I want. All I want is out of this entire mess, with my sister. Rylan has proved he can kept a secret a little too easily, and now, I'm left wondering what else he has up his sleeve. I didn't even know having another mate was even possible till now, and I can't imagine trying to explain that to Rylan either.