Novels by Shadow Claw

Chapter 7 Jericho's POV I had faced challenges before. Investors, rivals, government scrutiny, even Clara’s manipulations—but nothing prepared me for the chaos that hit that night.It started with a ping from my AI system. Normally, alerts were trivial—transactions, stock movements, small anomalies. But this one wasn’t trivial. It was catastrophic.“Significant loss detected. Estimated: $600 billion.”I froze. Six hundred billion dollars. Gone. Just like that. The numbers blinked on my screen, impossible yet undeniable. My stomach tightened. I double-checked the accounts. Triple-checked. Every calculation, every report confirmed it.I had lost $600 billion in a single night.I paced the office, phone in hand, trying to make sense of it. “This… this can’t be real,” I muttered. “Show me the source. Explain this immediately.”The AI system responded calmly, voice mechanical but unnerving:“Jericho Matthew, this loss is not caused by your actions. It originates from an external rival. T

Chapter 6 Jericho's POVThe skyline of London never looked smaller than it did that morning. I sat in my office, the sun glinting off the glass towers across the street, scrolling through the newsfeeds with a frown. Something was off. Something I couldn’t ignore.Headlines flashed in bold, demanding attention:“London’s New Billionaire Emerges: Jameson Crowe Surpasses All Expectations”"Mystery Tycoon Crowe Outshines Matson Empire Overnight”“Who Is Jameson Crowe? The Man Breaking Records and Minds”I scrolled further, taking in the photos: an impeccably dressed man, taller than most, with an aura that screamed wealth, power, and confidence. The first thing I noticed wasn’t his suit or his watch—it was the way people looked at him. Like he owned the city.And from the way the world was reacting… he already did.I leaned back in my chair, letting the tension build. My empire, my careful climb from nothing to untouchable, was being challenged—not in whispers or minor business skirmishe

Chapter 5 Jericho's POV The office was quiet, almost eerily so. I sat behind my massive oak desk, staring at the glowing city skyline through the floor-to-ceiling windows. It was late, but sleep had abandoned me. Something in the pit of my stomach told me tonight wouldn’t be ordinary.I didn’t have to wait long to confirm it. The sound of heels clicking sharply across the polished floor made my pulse quicken. Clara. She didn’t knock. She just walked in, eyes flicking toward me, a slow smile curling on her lips.I stood, instinctively straightening my jacket. “Clara,” I said calmly, though my voice carried a sharp edge. “I thought I told you to leave when you failed to prove your usefulness.”Her smile didn’t falter. If anything, it widened. “I did prove it, Jericho. But I came to… celebrate our progress. Together.” Her voice was honey-sweet, but I recognized the underlying poison.I gestured toward the chair across from me. “Sit. Speak quickly.”She moved, deliberately slow, each st

Chapter 4 Jericho's POV I woke to the sound of my phone buzzing relentlessly. It was still dark outside, the city barely awake. Usually, I enjoyed mornings like this—quiet, private, mine. But not today. Not anymore.The screen lit up with dozens of missed calls, messages, and notifications. Government agencies. Investors. News outlets. Even some of my old enemies from the tech world. Everyone wanted a piece of Jericho Matthew—or rather, the man they knew as Richard Matson.I rubbed my eyes, running a hand through my hair. The system had warned me this would happen. “Suspicion Level Rising.” That phrase had replayed in my mind like a warning bell. I hadn’t thought it would be this fast.I tapped my phone and scrolled through the messages. The first one made me chuckle—a headline from a financial news outlet:“Richard Matson: Genius or Ghost? Mysterious Billionaire Dominates the Market Overnight.”Ghost. Genius. Both felt fitting. But I knew better. The truth was hidden behind a veil

Chapter 3Jericho's POV I used to think pain was something you got used to.Turns out, some memories never stop burning.The day my wife left me is one I’ll never forget.Her name was Clara but very beautiful, proud, and colder than winter when she wanted to be. We’d been married for three years, though it felt like I was the only one trying. She was the daughter of wealthy parents, people who measured human worth by the size of a bank account. To them, I was nothing more than a mistake their daughter had made out of pity.Her father, Mr. Calvin, once said right to my face, “A man who can’t afford his own house shouldn’t marry. You should’ve known your place, Jericho.”Her mother never called me by name. To her, I was always that poor boy.And Clara… well, she didn’t defend me that day. She just stood there in her diamond necklace and said, “I can’t keep living like this, Jericho. I want more out of life.”When she packed her bags and left, I begged her to stay—just long enough for m

Chapter 2Jericho's POV The morning sun broke through the dusty window, painting golden streaks across Jericho Matthew’s tiny apartment. He hadn’t slept a wink all night. His laptop still sat open on the desk, its screen dim but alive with silent numbers—proof that what happened last night wasn’t a dream.Nine hundred trillion dollars. The number glowed in his memory like fire.Jericho rubbed his eyes and exhaled slowly. “This is real,” he whispered to himself for what felt like the hundredth time. His throat was dry, his heart still racing with disbelief.He looked at his phone again. His bank app still showed the ten million dollars he’d transferred the night before. The balance blinked at him, as if teasing: You’re not broke anymore.Jericho had imagined this moment a thousand times—what he’d do if he ever had real money. He used to daydream while mopping floors in Douglas Tech, picturing himself driving a luxury car, eating food that didn’t taste like survival, and finally walkin