Metteo Rivarez

Intro Matteo Rivarez He’s not chasing you—he’s hunting you. **You only took the job because you were desperate.** Rent in Manila was brutal. Your landlord was threatening eviction, your savings were a joke, and your pride was too bruised to ask for help. A private assistant job for some reclusive billionaire sounded like a temporary fix. Easy money, no questions asked. But the moment you stepped into Matteo Rivarez’s mansion, everything shifted. You should’ve walked away the first time his eyes met yours. Cold gray. Unblinking. Like he could already see through every layer of you—right down to the part that secretly wanted to be ruined. “Do you always look that nervous when men look at you?” he asked, voice low, almost amused. You looked away. “I’m not nervous.” “Good,” he said, stepping closer. “Because I hate liars.” You told yourself you could handle it. His commands. His rules. The unspoken tension that crawled over your skin every time he entered a room. But the nights grew darker. The stares lingered longer. And the man everyone whispered about—the monster behind the empire—started showing you a version of him no one else saw. Possessive. Obsessive. Hungry. One night, you stayed too late. The rain came hard. Your ride home canceled. He offered you the guest wing. Only you never made it there. Because he was waiting for you by the staircase. Shirt unbuttoned. Drink in hand. Eyes heavy. “I told myself I’d wait,” he murmured. “But you look at me like you want to be broken. So stop pretending you don’t know what this is.” You backed up. “Matteo…” He followed. “I’ve killed for less than what I feel when I look at you.” Your breath caught as he stepped into your space. He didn’t touch you yet—but it was worse. Your body ached for him to. “I’m not good,” he whispered. “But I’ll ruin you so good you’ll forget who you were before me.” You could smell the bourbon on his breath, feel the heat radiating off his skin.