Novel & Cerita Richard Sterling Billionaire

To her. He pulled her against his chest. Big hand on her back. Rocking. Just like at 6AM. “Hey,” he said to her, quiet enough that only she could hear. “It’s okay. Loud rooms are stupid. I know. I hate them too.” Lila hiccuped. Stopped. She stared at him. Then her little hand grabbed his tie. The office door opened. Mr. Patel. He stopped mid-step. Stared. Kael Sterling. CEO of Sterling Holdings. Net worth: $2.3 billion.

I stood on the pavement and watched the black car pull smoothly away from the kerb, signal, and fold itself into the traffic as if it had never been there at all. The card was in my hand. *Alexander Sterling. Sterling Capital.* I turned it over. Just a phone number on the back. No address, no email, no title. The kind of card that assumed you already knew what Sterling Capital was. I did know, actually. The memory rose from Eleanor's side of things, not Lilian's; Julian had once mentioned Sterling at a dinner party, the way people mentioned landmarks. Old money, new business. The kind of wealth that had stopped needing to be loud about itself two generations back.

"Thought you'd appreciate the good stuff tonight." I poured myself a measure, the smoky peat aroma filling the air between us. "Appreciated." The first sip burned my throat with a familiar comfort, but the next went easily. Richard leaned forward, his eyes dark and serious. "Look, Damien. I called you here to talk about the Sterling business. Without agreeing to marry Layla, you're at risk of losing millions in a few years." A scoff escaped me before I could stop myself. "Like that will even cause a dimple on the Sterling wealth." I took a sip of the drink, glaring at Richard over the rim of my glass.

She cleared her throat, trying her best to hide the crack, “...for helping me get back my documents, for the shoe and the coat.” She raised her gaze, catching his, “But I am not here for a reunion, Mr. Gallagher.” “Some day, I will definitely pay you back in kind, but for now, I really just want to get as far away as I can from all the hurt.” Richard held her hands gently, “You’re my first child Arabella. Do you know what that means? My whole empire will be yours. You have more than enough power to bring the Sterlings down.” “You don't have to run or hide from him. They might be a big foundation but I am bigger. Just say the word and I will start processing their destruction.”

Either way, I was majorly screwed. Bracing myself for the weather onslaught, I ran out from under the porch shield and towards the path, leading to the Sterlings mansion, silently praying that the entire family was out of town on some holiday or event or whatever crazy rich folks do on Friday evenings. I’m not going to lie, I was a bit curious about the family, maybe not the entire family but the paragon of virtues Aunt Sophia couldn’t stop talking about, Evan Sterling. The only heir of Edward and Charlotte Sterling. According to my Aunt, he was already partly in charge of the running of his parents' businesses and properties. I learned from her that Charlotte Sterling's family were generati

Miranda Duran, a 22-year-old orphan, was a sight to behold. A typical ordinary female who is well-known for her clumsiness in everyday situations. She had recently completed her undergraduate studies at a community college. Andrew Templeton, an egotistical billionaire, was the first person she met on that day. However, in a ridiculous situation. The Templeton brothers were dubbed "the rich Nasty Billionaires" in their hometown of Las Vegas. They were obscenely wealthy and ruthless in their pursuit of power. There was nothing they wouldn't do to get what they wanted.

Richard said coldly. "Fine. You don’t have to be so cold." she sneered. Richard knitted his eyebrows, waiting for answers. Kristin scratched her hair slightly before giving an answer to his question. "I will agree to be your acting wife, I have no options anyway." "How much do you need?" Richard asked. The way he asked made it clear he could come up with any amount in the blink of an eye. He wasn’t just a billionaire for nothing. He might be taking care of his dad’s company, but he had his own wealth and properties scattered around Las Vegas.

“My lady,I have a suggestion.Let’s sell the blood.It will take some time to see a buyer for the blood,but it is a rare blood type and the price rate it's costly.So just have patience because it will be sold for a huge sum of money. And your share will be transferred to you immediately.The doctor said in a low tone. Ophelia's eyes glowed with happiness trying to adjust her hospital gown before Markos might come back.Well that is a very good idea, let's go with your suggestions.Whenever the money is ready, send my share,she said, letting out a wicked smile. With a sheepish smile,the doctor stood up from the bed.Fully dressed. “Wait another business deal just struck in now,sit down let me whisp

Definitely fine by me. At least I’d be away from Hannah and her insufferable condescension. “Forward your account details to me so I can make the half payment as agreed,” Roshan said. I nodded and immediately sent the details. His phone beeped in response, and within seconds, my phone lit up with a credit alert. My heart skipped. One million dollars. I was overjoyed. My account had never held that much money before. I was pretty sure even the bank was stunned—it had only ever seen my spare change and broken pennies.

After you apply, let me know how it goes okay? I smiled while reading Jake’s message. Emily: Of course! Thank you very much Jake! You’re a life saver! My heart beats fast, Nathan Sterling…. I’ve heard of him, I mean of course! He is the kind of billionaire that you always sees and read in magazines. The kind of person who’s name is always spoken in hushed tone and usually tied to incredible feat of business or technology. And he is always a talk in any social media platform --- the young handsome billionaire that every girl dream of.