Richard Sterling Billionaire Novels & Stories

Maybe he could not stand the curiosity anymore, that's why he had been compelled to ask. “Do you know Mr. Sterling, miss?” Our driver stared at me in awe. He looked at me with so much curiosity in his eyes. Of course, he would be interested to know our connection. Josh Morgan Sterling is the heir to the vast Sterling wealth. His face usually graces newspaper headlines for his company’s landmark projects. He also posed for billboards and magazines before. He was well-known in this area. And I just arrived from London. The disparity must have confused him.

I slightly laugh at her, "Hot? Isn't he like 50?" "50? No he's like 32 or something. Like I said youngest billionaire! You know you're lucky that you're Carl's assistant, the rest of us are dead. We all have to step up our A-game. I don't want to lose my job!" Nina says frantically. "C'mon! The guy can't be that bad right?" I ask. Nina simply shrugs. The guy can't be such a tyrant I mean, he can't right?

But the mysterious and attractive charm from the man in the black nightgown made Vivian unable to resist but had to look back. Her first impression of Dominic was that the man was so beautiful. He was as handsome as a knight or some god out of a myth, with a tall body, broad shoulders, long arms, and an angular face full of masculinity. His gaze was sober and calm, he casually passed others but made them pay attention to him. Vivian watched him until the figure of the man disappeared behind a turn in the hospital corridor. It was not until later that she learned that he was Dominic Arnold, the richest famous billionaire, wielding fearsome power and also a notorious arms dealer. She was lucky

“Mom is so sorry that I couldn't give you a better life.” Mrs. Sterling wiped away her tears as she spoke. Standing outside the room, Rue glanced inside casually. Only then did she realize that Mrs. Sterling was livestreaming. The Sterling Family really would do anything for money. In that regard, Ariana Sterling was indeed very similar to her biological mother. Unfortunately… Not a single person in the Sterling Family knew that the Blackwood Family had never been poor. Not only were they not struggling financially… They were one of the wealthiest families in the capital.

At first, Victoria thought it was strange. Eventually, she realized he wasn't coming because of the company. He was coming because of her. Their relationship began slowly. Richard took her to simple dinners, despite being able to afford the most expensive restaurants in the city. He listened when she spoke and never made her feel inferior because of the difference between their backgrounds. Victoria eventually learned that Richard was a member of the wealthy Sterling family. He owned several businesses and came from a powerful family. She almost ended things when she found out. "You never told me who you were," she said one evening.

But where public reputation had died, a dark, venomous obsession had taken root. Sitting across from her at the velvet-lined booth was Mr. Arthur Sterling. Sterling was a sixty-year-old venture capitalist whose name was spoken in hushed, nervous whispers across the fashion and real estate sectors. He was a bloated, predatory vulture draped in a thousand-dollar Italian suit, his eyes small, yellowed, and perpetually predatory. He had built his fortune not through creative innovation, but by preying on struggling, independent design houses—buying up their debt, trapping young female designers in predatory contracts, and liquidating their assets once he had squeezed them dry.

Silas suggested. “But…” Alva paused, realizing how expensive it was. "Don't worry about the price, Jaxon's father's black card got you covered,” He raised a black card that stood out from the normal credit cards she had seen, “isn't that the infamous black card that rich people use?” “Yes, and they're rich so…” “You're sure he wouldn't mind?” "Of course, he wants the best for you,” "Uhm, that's new for someone who doesn't know me, even my family doesn't care for me and that's why I'm married in the first place,”

The Sterling Manor. I don't have a driver's licence, but then I am the billionaire boy, I've got connection in high places thanks to my father. Now it was time for my own legacy and my own story... For now my story in short: My name is Lance Sterling, and I am a fifteen year old billionaire, my father was killed by the vipers, a group that rumors claimed ruled our city's underworld, caused terror and some say they also control the Sterling Enterprises behind the scenes. Which ever way, I am going to find them, avenge my father's death and stop them once and for all.

“Did you see anything in the room at least, that could help you Identify him? I hesitated, the watch flashing in my mind. “I know he's rich, like filthy rich. He had a Patek Philippe Grandmaster chime on the nightstand.” Laura blinked, “I've heard that name before,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “Isn't that Scott's dream watch?” She asked. I nodded, my chest tightening. “ It is.” “Oh Linda, I'm so sorry for bringing him up.” She apologized. “It's fine,” I said softly.

He even shook his head when he saw his childhood photo lined up on the table. “This is wonderful! It's like a dream to be a billionaire! Now no one will insult me ​​anymore!” William muttered in his heart and he was still not satisfied to go through every corner of the room because the room was too spacious and complete. Meanwhile, Audrey and Mrs. Hans are still in the disappointment of being left by the gardener who has served for many years and William, who has always been her maid during her husband's time. “Audrey, I would rather not let this golden opportunity go away! We have to enlarge our company by approaching William! Do you know Mr. Joyce's house? Bless. Mrs. Hans said excitedly.