Richard Sterling Empire Novels & Stories

The emperor can never be safe beside me, I'm his bane, and I most definitely will kill him. I closed my eyes, pretending to sleep. This will not be as simple as I thought. Now I have to uproot Olivia first, if I must get my revenge on Richard. Olivia first, Richard later. The Ferguson family should wait to be exterminated in my hands. ***** EMPEROR RICHARD'S POV I yawned as I stared at the documents before me. The trade statistics were not doing anything to uplift my spirits. The immense quantity of gold that was raked in did nothing to cheer me up. I sighed and picked up the writing quill.

The polished wood floors, the carefully curated art pieces, and the sheer expanse of the estate whispered opulence. Her gaze shifted as a tall figure emerged from the house, walking toward her with unhurried grace. Charles Sterling. His presence was magnetic, his tailored suit fitting him perfectly, exuding both power and charm. Though Chelsea had never met him in person, his face was unmistakable—etched into SGH’s corridors, websites, and every piece of media that featured the Sterling empire. "Chelsea," Charles said with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes, "I trust my boy wasn’t too rough with you."

Everyone wanted to know the guy with no expression on his lower face and a black mask covering his upper face who could dance too well to be a mafian. Curiosity. That's what is going to make them so invested. That's what is going to make me so announced. I, Ariel Winter D'Angelo, the next ruler of the Empire. I'd finally gotten what I wanted. What I spent 12 years of my life targeting. My hand went to my leg in that instant and I swiftly removed the knife which I had placed there in the restroom. With the last beautiful and glorious turn, I pulled closer to The Viper's chest and sent the knife in.

"Let me play this my way." She inhaled deeply, then exhaled, staring at the ground. After what felt like forever, she finally nodded. "Fine. But if he tries anything else, I’m burning his whole empire to the ground." I chuckled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I’d expect nothing less." She sighed, resting her forehead against my chest. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her tight. Richard Hart had declared war. But he forgot one thing. Emily was already mine.

For the millionth time over the last month, I wrote imaginary letters to them where I updated them on my life as Sarah Mitchell. *Adrian’s POV* Life as Marcus Stern was infuriatingly mundane. Once, I had reveled in the exhilarating chaos of orchestrating an underground empire while my legal practice provided the perfect façade. But all of that glory had come crashing down, and now I found myself simmering in the shadows, a private investigator relegated to the trivialities of petty cases that barely scratched the surface of my thirst for revenge.

"That man hiding behind the door. The shadow. The broad shoulder against the wood. The profile I saw for a second, when you came out and the door was left ajar. I saw him, Emily. I know who he is." My heart stopped. Then it raced, as if trying to make up for lost time. The beats echoed in my ears, dull, heavy. "You... know?" She nodded slowly. Her eyes remained on the road, but her hands now gripped the steering wheel tighter. "Arthur Sterling." The name came out of her mouth like a knife slicing through silk. Clean. Precise. "The magnate. Your ex-fiancé's father. The most powerful man in the fashion industry. The one who was in Italy during the fashion show. The one my mother used to point

"My apologies, traffic was terrible." "Ms. Hart, this is Dominic Steele, CEO of Steele Empire, Dominic this is Emily Hart, CEO of DEE Luxury Diamonds." We shook hands like we were strangers, his hand was warm and I hated how my body reacted to his touch. "Nice to meet you Ms. Hart," Dominic said with a small smirk. "Mr. Steele," I said trying to keep my voice steady. "Please sit," Richard gestured to the chair next to me. Dominic sat down, he was so close I could smell his cologne, the same one he used to wear.

Axis City was the capital of the clandestine empire and the center of all commercial industries. It was also the place where the clandestine palace and academy were located. “Would you like to go directly to your grandfather’s estate?” Royce asked him after they entered the gates. “I will send Kael there after a few days. I will go to the Registry office first to process your adoption papers.” Dio bit his lips. He wasn’t sure if he was ready to see the properties that his grandfather left him. “C-can I go to your house first?”

Rain hammered against the city like a thousand angry fists. From the twenty-third floor of a rundown apartment building, Seraphina Vale watched the storm swallow the skyline. The city never slept. It lied. It cheated. It buried secrets beneath towers of glass and steel. And somewhere among those towers stood the man she hated most. Damian Blackwood. The name alone made her jaw tighten. At twenty-eight, he was already one of the youngest billionaires in the country. CEO of Blackwood Holdings. Media darling. Ruthless businessman.

Without warning, he invaded her world. She didn't want him? He was Julian Sterling, the well-known fourth heir of the prestigious Sterling family in the capital, a man of power, talent, and good looks. Why would she reject him? A soft, prideful part of his heart felt shattered by her defiance, the pain spreading rapidly. Fine, he had never encountered something he couldn't have in his life. If she wasn't willing to give herself to him, he was determined to take what he wanted.