Novel & Cerita Richard Sterling Billionaire

not like it matters to me, but it will be a shame if he was single “Hey earth to Isabella, what are you thinking about, she asked snapping her fingers in my face. “Oh, yeah, I have heard of them, so what? I don’t see what the big deal “Um, excuse me, I heard a voice say from behind me. Turning around to see the rich billionaire walking towards us “Can I talk to you for a few minutes, maybe grab something to eat. I was lost for words, what does a billionaire want to possibly talk to me about.

She still had enough time to refresh her body in a warm bathroom that fit the cold weather today, before heading to her new workplace. Today is her first day within the Al Matthew Industrial Group. This giant group whose branches are all over Europe. She was finally able to be one of them. After two years of hard work, she has obtained certificates of experience that qualify her to reach that group. She has the job of special secretary to the group's chief executive Adam Matthew. The single billionaire, as the newspapers call him, is, despite skipping 30 years, and with so many rumors haunting him about his multiple women's relationships and being a first-class female visitor.

“By the way,” “What?” “Do you happen to know Matthew Zarsuelo?” He froze mid-step, eyes widening. “Matthew Zarsuelo? Don’t tell me, he’s the guy we talked about last night?” I nodded. “Yes. The one who owns a company.” “Shit, you really dug your own grave.” he muttered. “Is he one of the evil rich?” My stomach tightened. Is that why he wants me to work for him? Revenge? “He’s not that bad,” Lyndon said. “But he’s one of the youngest multi-billionaires in the country. He owns Grand Finance.”

I am done. He tossed the pen onto the table; it rolled and stopped in front of Nora. "Richard, you can't do that!" Elizabeth gasped. "You’ll have nothing; You will be a nobody!" "At least I’ll be a father," Richard said, turning toward the door. "And I’ll be a man who can look at himself in the mirror and be proud of his reflection. Good luck with the merger Arthur, I hope the money keeps you warm." When Richard returned to the penthouse, he was no longer the billionaire heir. He was a man who had just walked away from a billion-dollar legacy.

After reassuring my mother that everything would work out – a promise I wasn't sure I could keep – I spent the rest of the day researching everything I could find about the Sterling family and their business empire. What I discovered made me feel sick to my stomach. Richard Sterling wasn't just the owner of the Sterling Hawks. He was one of the most powerful men in professional sports, with business interests spanning multiple leagues, media companies, and entertainment corporations. The Sterling family had a net worth measured in billions, not millions. And if Ophelia was really his daughter, that meant I had been married to hockey royalty while treating her like she was lucky to have me. T

"I would give you ten million dollars upfront and pay you the rest when you sign the contract with me. I want you to enter a contract marraige of just five months with me. You could include your preference in the agreement." Ten million dollars? That was huge but, "Why me?" I didn't know I had said that out loud, but seriously why did he want me? He could go for other women. Everyone would fight for a chance to stay with a rich man like him. "Are you in or out?" He asked me instead.

I had gone to the kitchen to get a glass of water when I saw it. A small, cream-colored rectangle sat perfectly centered on the dark granite counter. It hadn’t been there an hour ago. I walked toward it, my footsteps echoing in the empty house. I picked it up. Richard Sterling. Sterling, Vance, & Associates. I didn’t need to look up the name to know who he was. Everyone in our circle knew Richard Sterling. He was the man you called when you didn’t just want a divorce; you wanted an execution. He was high-powered, prohibitively expensive, and infamous for representing wealthy men who wanted to ensure their wives left with nothing—not the money, not the houses, and certainly not the children.

"You’re bluffing, Mr. König. Natty found the master file. My father’s private ledger was exhaustive." ​"Your father’s ledger was a diary of a man losing his grip," Maximilian countered, his accent slicing through the room like a scalpel. He leaned over my desk, his silver hair catching the dull light of the Chicago sky. "Richard Smith kept track of what he spent. My compliance team keeps track of where it landed. The offshore account that funded your 'escape' in 2023? It wasn't in your father's name, Sara. It was a shell company registered to a boutique firm in Zurich. A firm owned by Arthur Sterling’s wife."

she said desperately. Richard hesitated again, his fingers tapping against the armrest. “There is… one way,” he said slowly. Elena frowned. “What do you mean?” Her father leaned forward, his face grim. “I had a meeting today with Damien Sterling.” Elena’s stomach twisted at the name. Everyone knew who Damien Sterling was. He was one of the most powerful businessmen in the country—a billionaire, ruthless in business, feared by his competitors. “What does he have to do with this?” she asked warily.

He was still watching me. Richard Steele was a very complex man, and this was something Mr. Sterling started to say when there was nothing in the room to break the silence of his voice. And the last will of his is a sign of his intentions to... right the previous mistakes. Vivian made a waving motion of a manicured hand. Yes, yes, Richard was fine. Bringing to the distribution of assets, Sterling. The property, the liquidated accounts, the allowance of my widow. Mr. Sterling was looking at my mother, absolutely unimpressed, over his glasses. Throat clearing and looking down at the document.