Richard Sterling Billionaire Novels & Stories

Untouchable. “Well?” she asked sharply. “Do you at least know how to drive a Bentley?” “Yes,” he replied calmly. “And a Lamborghini. A Rolls. A Tesla. A Bugatti. And if needed, a tank.” The corner of his lips twitched. Barely. Ariana scoffed. “Funny. You’ll need one if you’re planning to keep up with me.” “Noted.” She brushed past him, ignoring how he smelled—clean spice and subtle wood, like expensive cologne and bad decisions.

Simply put, she liked it when he didn't get his way. A low, buzzing murmur immediately swept across the auditorium, cutting right through the fading applause as the sheer weight of the Sterling last name filled the room with an undeniable, electric tension. "Mr. Sterling is actually here?” a person a few rows back whispered in sudden disbelief. "The new heir to the Sterling empire?" another tech analyst muttered, quickly pulling out a phone. "I thought his identity was kept completely off the corporate radar." To the high-society elite and corporate players circling the city, the name 'Sterling' was far more than just a corporate title, it was the ultimate symbol of immense market power, and

He also loves to pretend he's self-made when he inherited his entire fortune from his father. Richard's smile tightened. Always so direct, Damien. It's one of your more… abrasive qualities. "I prefer honesty." Damien's voice had gone dangerously soft. Now if you'll excuse us, I see someone I actually want to talk to. He guided me away before Richard could respond, steering us toward the bar with practised ease. "Friend of yours?" I asked. Vulture would be more accurate. He signalled the bartender. Richard Sterling has been trying to undermine my acquisitions for years. He also spreads rumours about anyone who threatens his position.

2 million dollars. Yes, 1.2 million. “This man is crazy,” I mumbled because the absurdity of his sending a necklace this expensive to my office was almost comical. Although if I think about it, a million isn’t much for him. Ben, my other coworker, whistled. “I didn’t know dating a billionaire had those perks. Does that mean you will abandon us soon?” I frowned immediately. What the hell is their problem? I’ve never been rude to him or Sarah, so I don’t understand why they try to make those passive-aggressive comments.

"You do not understand how the real world works. Richard is a billionaire. He has the money to drag this family court case out for years. He will drain Michael's trust fund with legal fees, and he will make sure the hospital board expels you from your nursing program. He will ruin your life." I looked right into his eyes. I did not feel intimidated by his expensive suit or his harsh words. I saw him for exactly what he was. "You are very misinformed," I told him calmly. "Richard is not invincible. Turn on the news, Mr. Sterling. His company stock crashed this morning. His corporate sponsors are leaving him because of the university bribery scandal. The athletic director is facing a federal i

“Yes, money oils everything.” “I suppose you have many charities that you support?” He smiles at me. “No.” “Why not? You’re a billionaire. Think how much good you can do in the world.” He walks towards me with my drink. “Stop being naïve, Star. How do you think one becomes a billionaire in the first place?” I scowl as I take my drink from him. “I’m a billionaire because I made millions of people all around the world poorer. Through immoral and illegal means, I acquired resources for a fraction of the price they should have been. What should have belonged to the people I took for myself.”

Strong enemies. I sighed, and walked back to my seat. *** The wide, happy, and welcoming smile beamed on my lips, only because I was going to see my cupcake. We hadn't seen each other yesterday, which was the reason I decided to pay him a visit. Of course, as a billionaire, his house was, so, so, enormous. Bigger than mine, I thought. Well, I wouldn't say it was finer than mine, since I had a better knowledge in interior designs.

"The loan sharks get their money, you get your legacy back, and I get my heirloom. It’s a transaction, Elara. Purely business. No feelings, no real intimacy. Just a signature on a different kind of paper." I looked at Silas, who looked dangerous with those eyes pinned on me. I thought of Brian who ruined my life and the loan sharks waiting to devour me. I would give anything to have my father’s company back. But I was scared. If I said yes, I was a billionaire’s wife with all my problems solved but at the expense of my happiness. And if I refused, I was as good as dead. I licked my dry lips and swallowed hard before speaking up. "Will you really get my company back?" I asked, my voice small.

He did not look impressed by the billionaire’s wealth or the massive security detail flanking him. "Mr. Sterling," the handler said, his voice a gravelly rasp. He stopped exactly three feet away, crossing his arms over his chest. He did not extend a hand. "I am here for the consultation with Dr. S," Julian demanded, his arrogance flaring as he stepped forward, attempting to dominate the space. He was entirely unaccustomed to being treated like a subordinate. "I assume the one hundred million USD bounty was sufficient to secure her immediate attention. My wife is out of time."

He wiped my tears with his thumb, in front of Forbes, and said, "Don't cry, Mrs. Sterling, you will ruin your makeup, and then I will have to buy a makeup company." We both laughed, crying, holding hands, and Ms. Anya closed her notebook, said, "I have enough. I have more than enough. This is not an interview, this is a love story." The next day, Forbes cover: THE STERLINGS: THE CONTRACT THAT BECAME A LOVE STORY — He finishes her burnt rice, she makes him stand less. How the coldest billionaire learned to be warm. Arthur watched it in his moldy apartment, saw Julian kissing my hand on video, saw the comments — GOALS! REAL LOVE! STERLING IS WHIPPED! — and threw his phone at the wall, where it