Novel & Cerita Who Is Mattheo Riddle

"Maybe it’s time we started looking into Kent’s past. There has to be something we’re missing." I nodded slowly. "But how? We don’t exactly have access to his personal records." She thought for a moment before snapping her fingers. "Matteo." I frowned. "Matteo?" "Yeah. He's good at hacking remember? He’s good at digging into things people don’t want found. If anyone can help us figure this out, it’s him." I knew Matteo would help us, he has always been a good friend to us maybe because his father was close to us or because he has a secret crush on Laura.

Whether he loved her or not, her family killed him, and it was my duty to avenge his death. Grabbing a towel on my way out of the bathroom, I tossed it around the back of my neck. When I walked into my bedroom, Matteo was standing next to the table where he had all his magical art supplies, as he called it, stacked out. Matteo was a local New Yorker, but the best at what he did. With piercings all over his face, tattoos covering almost every inch of his body, Matteo showed an extreme commitment to his art. He eyed me carefully. "You sure you wanna do this? I mean, don't get me wrong, as it is now, it's probably my best work yet. But are you sure you want to, you know...add to it?"

“You noticed.” "I notice everything.” A faint smile appears on his face, “I’ve heard.” I don't smile at him; I came here for answers, not a reunion. I tap the Belladonna file, “You said Belladonna is not a company.” “It’s not.” “Then what is it?” Matteo’s fingers drum against the desk, then go still again, “A name.” "I know that.” “No.” He shakes his head, “You know the word; you don't know the person.”

A hand stopped me as I was ready to stand up from my chair. It's Matteo. "Hi, I didn't know you're this good in Russian." He commented. "H-Hi... What are you doing here?" I didn't notice him inside the room due to avoiding having eye contact with any of them. "Oh, I think I didn't introduce myself to you properly. I'm Matteo Russo, a fashion designer, and a model, also known as Galileo." "Y-You're Galileo?!" I gasped when he nodded proudly exposing his shy smile.

“Liam.” Alfredo’s expression flickers for a brief second—curiosity, then pure confusion. “Who the fuck is that?” “His son Liam.” And I could see the excitement light up in Alfredo’s eye “Interesting. Matteo’s got a son?” I nod, stepping closer. “Matteo is many things, but a father? He’s weak there. His son is the one thing he can’t afford to lose. I wasn’t even thinking about it until Aurora practically handed me the idea.”

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.

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.

"And how did you link this to Matteo?" I swallowed hard, knowing I was stepping into dangerous waters. "They mentioned Matteo’s name directly. I couldn’t see who the female was, but as they were leaving, I heard one of them say. Lunch break is over. Let’s get back to work. But remember, Matteo is impatient.' And then..." I hesitated, my heart pounding. "That’s when I saw him. Ryan." Kael scoffed, shaking his head. "Ryan? You expect us to believe Ryan is working for Matteo? And you, of all people—someone who hasn’t even earned our trust yet—you want us to buy into this story? Please."

And two new faces. One of them Ava recognized instantly from dossiers she wasn't supposed to have accessed, from networks that shouldn't have existed, from conversations that had happened in rooms with white noise generators and signal jammers. Matteo Sorelli. Italian industrial magnate. Defense contracts that never appeared in annual reports. Silent partner in half of Europe's emerging AI infrastructure, the half that made decisions before humans knew there were decisions to make. A man who never raised his voice because he never needed to. A man who never lost because he defined winning before the game began.

That stung a little. Mateo was the son of one of Grandma’s closest friends, and he’s the only person who knows I’m Veilwalker. He runs the biggest underground club in Full Moon Pack, and he’s a black-market doctor himself. We’ve been writing letters for years. I know how talented he is. If he says it’s impossible, it probably is. But that doesn’t mean I’m giving up. No way am I letting that bastard Ezra have a claim on me. I’ll find a way. I have to.