Novel & Cerita Richard Sterling Empire

Sterling. He was a mountain of a man, draped in a suit that probably cost more than my entire car. He was tall, devastatingly handsome in a cold, predatory way, and radiated an air of absolute authority. This was the owner of Sterling Holdings the empire that sat at the intersection of architecture, high end jewelry and many other businesses. Now it was Rachel’s turn to frantically whisper my name. I realized I was staring wide eyed and probably looking like a deer in headlights. I quickly straightened my posture and dipped my head. "Good morning, sir."

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.

"Elias Sterling." Every head in the room turned. "Sterling?" Katherine breathed. "As in our Sterling?" "Dad," Jack transmitted to the holding cell where Dr. James Miller was monitoring the forensic data on a secondary terminal. "I need you to tell me everything you know about Elias Sterling." His father's voice came back tight with barely contained shock. "Elias Sterling was a legend in the family. A merchant prince in the early sixteen-hundreds. He made the Sterling fortune seemingly from nothing. There were always whispers about how. Deals with the devil. Pacts with dark forces. Your grandfather Arthur dismissed them as folklore."

What mattered was this: I hadn’t burned him. I hadn’t collapsed under him. I had built beyond him. And in the end— That was the real empire.

Ophelia blinked, her fake tears stopping for a second. "What do you mean?" Lord Sterling leaned forward, the light from the fireplace glinting in his eyes. "I have one son who is not yet married. Leonard. He is a director at the Yates empire, as you know. He has a seat at the table, just like you did. He is a Sterling, through and through." Ophelia’s heart skipped a beat. She knew Leonard Sterling. He was cold, arrogant, and just as power-hungry as his father.

They were wizards, in Kade’s eyes, of making the world of the rich and powerful dance to their tune. He was too young to remember a time before Sinclair and Associates—their first, noisier, more public child, in a sense. By the time he was born, the empire was firmly established, its roots sunk deep in the foundations of the city. It wasn’t until he was a newly-minted teenager that he understood the full nature of what it meant to be at the head of that empire. What it meant to be a Sinclair and to carry so much power, so openly in his name itself.

Uncle Richard said, his voice carrying the warning tone I remembered from childhood when he was trying to control a situation that was slipping away from him. I opened my leather portfolio and pulled out the documents that would demonstrate exactly why I was the logical choice to inherit the Sterling empire. While Ophelia had been playing house with a mediocre hockey player, I had been building the foundation for the company's future. "During my time at the European Business Institute, I specialized in international sports management and built relationships with major European hockey leagues, television networks, and sponsorship organizations. I have signed letters of intent for partnerships

About four exotic cars arrived at the Queen Empire in grand style; they all belonged to The Kingston family who were here to see their son. They had brought half a dozen bodyguards with them. Now the Queen Empire was rich, but the aura with which the Kingston’s arrived showed a different level of wealth. The whole family was standing outside the building when they arrived, some shocked while others confused. So they had the child of a billionaire with them all this while and they didn’t know it?

The coiled serpent of the Sterling family crest stamped deep into the paper. "Lord Sterling filed a legal claim with the regional court two hours ago," Richard said. "He wants his property back, Theodore. Or rather, he wants the fifty million dollars your new husband is going to pay to make this paper go away." "Dominic will not give you a single cent," I said. "He will," Richard purred. "Because if he does not, I walk this original paper straight to the court reporter. Sterling takes you into protective custody by morning. And what happens to that little boy in your penthouse when the marshals audit your home?"

"Mr. Sterling?" I look up, trying hard to compose my face. I know it's a mess right now. "Are you impotent? A woman claiming to be your secret ex-wife flooded a post about Sterling Empire with comments that you are impotent and that's why she left you..."