Richard Sterling Story Novels & Stories

He was still watching me. Richard Steele was a very complex man, and this was something Mr. Sterling started to say when there was nothing in the room to break the silence of his voice. And the last will of his is a sign of his intentions to... right the previous mistakes. Vivian made a waving motion of a manicured hand. Yes, yes, Richard was fine. Bringing to the distribution of assets, Sterling. The property, the liquidated accounts, the allowance of my widow. Mr. Sterling was looking at my mother, absolutely unimpressed, over his glasses. Throat clearing and looking down at the document.

“Mr. Cole, please calm down. This is Richard Sterling, CEO of Sterling International Bank. This mall, along with the office tower across the street, belongs to Sterling.” “Sterling?” Adrian’s foot froze on the torn pieces of the business card. His face went from flushed to deathly pale. The confidence in his eyes seemed to drain away all at once. Of course he had heard of Sterling. Back then, he had begged everyone he could think of for a chance to work with one of Sterling’s subsidiaries, but he had never even managed to meet a secretary. Still, he forced himself to stand tall, fists clenched. “So what if he’s rich? Does money give him the right to steal women? Vanessa is my legal wife. Thi

Maybe he could not stand the curiosity anymore, that's why he had been compelled to ask. “Do you know Mr. Sterling, miss?” Our driver stared at me in awe. He looked at me with so much curiosity in his eyes. Of course, he would be interested to know our connection. Josh Morgan Sterling is the heir to the vast Sterling wealth. His face usually graces newspaper headlines for his company’s landmark projects. He also posed for billboards and magazines before. He was well-known in this area. And I just arrived from London. The disparity must have confused him.

"Because he wanted his company back. Stellar Holdings. The one they built together twenty years ago. They were partners once. Best friends. But they had a falling out. Richard took control. Forced your grandfather out. Your grandfather's been planning revenge ever since." "And I was—" I can't breathe. "I was the weapon. He used me to destroy Richard." "It appears that way. Yes." Damien's holding my hand. Squeezing tight. "Where is he? Where's Richard Sterling?" "We don't know. He's disappeared. Used a false identity to leave the country three months ago. Right after Aria inherited. We're searching but—" Chen looks apologetic. "He's had three years to plan this. To set up identities. To hide.

Dated thirty years ago. Two men in business suits, shaking hands in front of a building. The sign behind them read: "Sterling & Carmichael Technologies." "That's Adrien's father," Miguel said, pointing to the younger of the two men. "Richard Sterling. He founded the company that would eventually become Sterling Enterprises." "And the other man?"

I said. “Maybe you’re shrinking,” Aiden teased, earning a swat from his sister. For a moment—just a moment—the mansion didn’t feel so suffocating. Then his voice cut through the air like a blade. “Well, look who decided to grace us with his presence.” My father stood at the end of the hall, hands in his pockets, wearing that same smug expression that made my blood boil. Richard Sterling, founder of Sterling Enterprises, self-proclaimed king of every room he walked into—and the reason I’d built walls so high no one could climb them.

She gritted her teeth and glared at Lauren threateningly. Then, Master Sterling frowned and finally returned his attention to Lauren. He looked at her seriously, then began, “I don’t understand what you meant by introducing you as the young heiress of the Sterling Empire, because you have always been the young miss. Nothing has changed even if your mother isn’t here anymore.” Megan was stunned, “What?! Father..I—“ master Sterling's indifferent glance shut her up. Lauren chuckled but didn’t say a word. She really wanted to hear what more he would say.

Sylvester asked, ready to help with whatever Harrington had planned. “Sterling, the CEO of Radiant Treasures. He stole Vanessa from me when we were in school. I remember telling you this back then,” Harrington replied, his voice filled with bitterness. “Yeah, I remember. Then he deserves everything you’re doing to him. Now, what’s the next move? I know you won’t let Sterling get away with this court case thing,” Sylvester said, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

It showed two men standing beneath a highway overpass, faces mostly obscured by shadow and distance, but one figure’s build and posture were unmistakable. “Richard,” I said quietly. “Richard Hale.” “The timestamp,” Reyes said, zooming in. “Six weeks ago.” She looked up, something grim settling into her expression. “That’s after he came to Sterling Mansion. After he handed you that address that led nowhere, Ethan. After all his talk about wanting the truth for Eleanor’s sake.”