Novel & Cerita Detective Matthews

The old man leaned forward, as he asked in a low tone “Has Charles ever been arrested?” “Yes, sir. But he always walked free. Every single time. Witnesses vanish. Evidence mysteriously disappears. In one case, the lead detective was found dead in a lake forty-eight hours after filing a report. Charles knows how to cover his tracks.” A heavy silence settled between them. “Then we need to act fast,” the old man said. “If Matthew is connected to him, it will be easier to trace them, there's definitely something they are hiding” The assistant gave a small nod.

Being here suffocates me. The police left me in this room alone, and after a few minutes, the door swung open. My forehead creased when I saw Matthew walking in, carrying his briefcase. He sat across from me, and I watched his every movement intently. Once settled on his chair, he met my gaze, let out a deep breath, and stared at my face for a while. "Hi, Atty. Marcus Sullivan, I am Prosecutor Matthew Hayes," he extended his hand. I hesitated for a moment, wondering if he was serious, but since he just stared at me, I had no choice but to shake his hand.

It had been seven long years since I last saw him clearly. However, when I reached Rowan’s villa, just as I was about to knock, I froze. From inside, I heard breathless sounds. I tilted my head, listened carefully, and glanced up at the familiar entrance to make sure I hadn’t gone to the wrong place. “How about it, Rowan? Isn’t it more thrilling for us to mate in our true wolf forms?” That voice… It belonged to my younger sister, Evelyn Dougherty! “Tell me, Rowan,” Evelyn gasped between breathy moans, “Who do you like being with more? Me or my sister, Mia?”

__________________________________ As Mathew sat behind his desk,the only noise one could hear was the tapping of his nails on the desk as he tried to hard to concentrate on work and not on all the stories about Mae's past,he was definitely going to be the one that will murder her father,he was not ready to get her hands dirty for someone that was not worth it,first of all he needed to find him and get rid of him before he came for her,and to do that he was going to need all the help he could get and that was Dominco, picking up his phone from the table he dialed Dominco's number and in one ring he picked up, "Mathew called,let me guess you need something what is it?" Dominco said over the p

The metal nib scratched across the parchment. Maeve Cross. The letters appeared darker than every other name on the page. Perhaps that was only because I knew what they meant. Perhaps the book itself understood I had not come here seeking wealth, protection, or a powerful mate. I had come to commit murder. The registrar’s eyes dropped to my name. Her expression changed. Only slightly. The corner of her mouth tightened. Her gaze lifted to my face again, sharper this time, as though she were comparing me to someone she remembered.

Michael pledged before giving his final bow to the Queen of Grilux. "I love you, mother." Those were the words Vivienne could ever utter before Michael pulled her away from the room. Heading down to the underground chamber, Vivienne looked back for the last time and saw Queen Marita of Weacomor shot two arrows from outside the room. The next thing she heard is her mother's deafening scream because of pain. Vivienne vividly saw Queen Marita attacked her mother and King Felix fighting with his father. There's no way she would forget Weacomor's treachery, not until the day she will let her last breath go.

she asked, confusion laced in her voice. Matthew sighed, resting his arms on the table. "I've been investigating your mother’s death for years. Every time I get close to something, I hit a dead end. And that dead end? It always leads back to your family." He explained. Jessica’s breath caught in her throat. Her mind began racing, piecing together the possibilities. What if the person responsible has been living under the same roof with me all along? Suspicion began forming in her mind. 'Could it be Renata,' Jessica thought.

I flicked my chin at Alex. He only smirked, unfazed. Like he had all the time in the world. “And don’t you have cases to win?” I motioned at Matthew, I snatched the towel from the bench, dragging it across my face, trying to wipe away more than sweat. Matthew didn’t flinch. “Talking about cases—that’s exactly why I’m here. And I don’t give a damn about your little crash-out.” Typical Matthew Davenport. Always blunt. Always too sharp.

The father's hands guided his son's, while the mother cheered them on. Something sharp twisted in my chest—not quite envy, but a profound longing that made my fingers tremble as I reached for my phone. Before I realized what I was doing, I had dialed Serenity Haven. "Serenity Haven, Dr. Wright speaking," came the calm, professional voice I'd grown familiar with over the years. I swallowed hard. "Director Wright, hello, may I ask how my mother, Rebecca Morgan, is doing now?" There was a slight pause, then her gentle voice continued, "Still the same, no significant change. She had a good morning in the garden, though she didn't speak much."