Novel & Cerita Richard Sterling Empire

"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..."

“Nelly or Maya, it makes no difference to me.” Maya froze. What? Her heart racing against her ribs. She had thought Ethan and Nelly were together out of love. But the way he said it… as if he didn’t care who stood beside him at the altar. Behind that calm exchange, however, was a much darker truth. The Sterlings were struggling, their empire suffering debts and failed investments. Their once-flourishing businesses were crumbling, and only one man had the influence and power to keep them afloat was Ethan Ashford.

Emily said angrily and discontentedly. She wished she could avenge Stella right now. “What can I do…? I can’t just watch the Richard family die like this.” Stella lowered her head and spoke. Emily asked with concern, “Do you know who it is?” Stella shook her head. “I don’t know what it looks like. All I know is that it’s called Rene Kingston, RK. Yes, it’s RK.” “Rene Kingston? That’s the rich guy!” Emily was surprised. Stella sat up and fell into deep thought with a pillow in her arms.

"But I still don't know yours." "Alexander Sterling," he said, holding out a hand. My breath hitched. Alexander Sterling. Everyone in the city knew that name. He was the CEO of Sterling Enterprises—a massive tech and real estate conglomerate that practically ran the economy. He was also my father's fiercest business rival. The Montgomerys and the Sterlings had been at war for over a decade. I didn't take his hand. I just stared at it until he slowly let it drop back to his lap. "What is the head of Sterling Enterprises doing driving around the slums looking for me?"

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?

Sterling. Everyone in the city knew that name. The Sterling family was a global powerhouse, a shadow empire that kept Vance Enterprises locked in a permanent, brutal corporate warfare for decades. Damian had spent the last three years obsessing over how to bypass the Sterling shipping lines. And now, she was in the heart of their territory. "Killian..." she whispered, the name tasting foreign and heavy on her tongue. She looked down at her hands, her mind racing in a thousand different directions. "You... you brought me here? Why?"

The grand dining room of the Sterling estate was suffocatingly quiet, save for the rhythmic, mocking tick-tock of the vintage grandfather clock in the corner. It was our third anniversary. I sat at one end of the absurdly long mahogany table, staring at the man sitting at the other. Silas Sterling. My husband. The ruthless CEO of Sterling Empire, the man who commanded boardrooms with a single, icy glare, and the man I had foolishly, silently loved for the better part of a decade.

I questioned him, a little too eagerly than I liked to admit. “Yes, Sir, I have it all right here,” he responded, “The Rolls-Royce belongs to a Mr. Richard Stewart who is the heir to his family’s billion-dollar company.” The name Richard Stewart was not unfamiliar to me. He was the president of many multinational corporations and had ranked in the Forbes’ Top Ten list of most influential businessmen last year. I had to know what Emily was doing with a man of such esteem and wondered how she had won his heart over. “But it gets worse, Sir,” John continued, “I also did a little deep-diving into your wife’s life. Something didn’t quite add up after I heard that one, Sir.”

The rain lashed against the windows in dark, sideways sheets, distorting the city lights into blurry streaks of yellow and white. He held a heavy crystal glass in his right hand. He took a slow, deliberate swallow of the expensive scotch, letting the dark amber liquid burn its way down the back of his throat. He did not care that she was gone. That was the fact he had been repeating to himself since Sunday afternoon. He was Xavier Sterling. He commanded a multi-billion dollar financial empire. He crushed rival hedge funds before breakfast, and he absolutely did not chase women. If a woman walked away, she was forgotten and replaced by noon the following day. That was the rule. He bought what

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.