Richard Sterling Empire Novels & Stories

So I kept telling myself, maybe things will get better after the baby is born. But we never even made it that far. My heart died with my baby. My father's empire held sway over the wealth and resources of nearly every pack in North America, its influence reaching across the Atlantic to the old packs of Europe. By angering my father, Damien had signed his pack's death warrant. From that day forward, I buried all thoughts of love and romance, dedicating myself to learning the ways of our empire from my father. I was his only heir. The entire Sterling empire—all its territories and enterprises—would one day be mine.

he explained in one single breath Chloe sets down her bag slowly. "And he requested me specifically?"she asked with curiosity showing all over her face. "He requested your team specifically,said he was impressed by your work." Richard grins. "This is huge, Chloe, this could make your career"he said excitedly Chloe didn't speak….she opens her laptop and pulls up Sterling Enterprises. The company has divisions in tech, real estate, and venture capital. Annual revenue in the billions. Lucas Sterling, founder and CEO. Age thirty-six. Net worth estimated at $3.2 billion.

She wondered why she couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, couldn’t react. “I can see why Phin put his career in jeopardy, though, no matter your past. You’re beautiful. Way too beautiful for the likes of him. What do you see in him? He’s hardly rich, and he’s a total prig. You’d think a woman like you would have better taste.” “You mean I should be interested in you instead?” Emily tried to make the words harsh, but she was shaking too much for the insult to land. “You’re not stupid.” Sterling smiled. “So, let’s make a deal. Give me what I want, and you can save your precious Mr. Younger. Let me show you what a real man can do for you.”

They all nod eagerly as they followed me out of the ballroom. Walking down the hallway, "Pardon my manners beautiful ladies, I forgot to ask for your names." I tell them. The laugh, "Well it's alright. I'll introduce myself first." The brunette said. "My name is Hailey Stan, My dad's a congressman and I begged to be his plus one as I'd never seen an actual prince up close." She said her cheeks pink. "Well now you've seen a prince up close and you may even get to be much more closer to him." I tell her my voice dropping an octave.

Lucas looked at me — his gaze as deep and fathomless as the ocean. He spoke, his voice carrying through the speakers, reaching every corner of the room. "Allow me to introduce someone." "This is Echo — Elara Pemberton." "The woman I've wanted to marry since high school." The room erupted. I looked up at him in shock, unable to believe what I'd just heard. From the stunned whispers swirling around me, I began to piece together a truth I'd never known. Lucas Sterling was no ordinary straight-A heartthrob. He was the sole heir to the Sterling Group, one of the most powerful financial empires in the country.

Just me. And I thought I had found that man in Bryan. I met him in a small café when I had just come back from school abroad. He was kind, humble, and full of dreams. He told me he wanted to become someone big, someone who could provide for the woman he loved. I smiled at that time and told him I believed in him. I never told him I was the real owner of Denim Group—the company that his friends talked about all the time. I didn’t want to scare him. I didn’t want him to think I was trying to control him.

"Goodness, sister. You look so ragged I thought you were one of the new scullery maids." Chloe tightened her fists, her gaze sharp. The look only spurred Tiffany further. "Go ahead, glare. That miserable face is a perfect match for that dying beast you're marrying. Silas Sterling—I heard he's so riddled with rot and sores he doesn't even show his face in public." Rumors about the Sterling heir had been Holloway City's favorite gossip for years. Though he had taken over the Sterling empire on his eighteenth birthday, he remained a ghost, never granting interviews or appearing at galas. The public assumed his "terminal illness" had left him deformed.

George's pov The fertility specialist's office was in one of the richest‚ and therefore‚ quietest‚ neighborhoods of town‚ and it had a clientele who paid extra for discretion․ I wasn't expecting to get anything out of them directly‚ as doctor-patient privilege being what it was‚ but money and pressure somehow always seemed to get the tongues of professionals to wag when applied by the right person․

"That is not friendship. That is leadership." I did not know what to say to that. Arthur stood and walked to the window. Outside, the gardens were bare, the trees skeletal against the gray winter sky. "I have spent my entire life building this empire. I started with nothing. A small investment firm. One office. Three employees. And now Sterling Global owns half the skyline." He turned to face me. "I always assumed I would pass it to my children. But I never married after Elena. I never had other children. Or so I believed."

"Sophie, breathe. I’m okay. I’m... I’m at Adrian Sterling’s penthouse." "Adrian. Sterling." Sophie’s jaw literally dropped. "The Shark? The man who makes billionaires cry for their mothers? Lila, the internet is melting. Look!" Sophie held up her tablet to the screen. The headlines were scrolling in a frantic, neon blur: RUNAWAY VANCE BRIDE SNAGGED BY STERLING. THE ALLIANCE OF THE CENTURY? THORNE EMPIRE CRUMBLES AS STERLING DECLARES MARRIAGE.