Richard Sterling Story Novels & Stories

Standing in the doorway was Adrian Sterling. I knew who he was before Mr. Harrington even straightened in his seat. Everyone in this city knew him. He was the man behind Sterling Capital Group, a billionaire before thirty-five, a ghost in the media but a legend in the corporate world. And now he was here, in the flesh, looking at me like I was a problem that needed to be erased. Mr. Harrington scrambled to explain. “Mr. Sterling, I—there was a clerical mix-up. This candidate wasn’t supposed to be called in, but she insisted on taking the assessment, and—”

Haider found himself engaged in a serious discussion with two distinguished individuals: Richard Sterling, the US biggest billionaire , known for his remarkable empire, and General Robert Anderson, a high-ranking government officer. Their conversation centered around a potential collaboration between Haider and Sterling Industries, an opportunity that had caught the attention of both parties. Haider, known for his aversion to distractions, was initially annoyed at being pulled away from the wedding festivities by Peter, the groom, who insisted on having a private word. "Peter, I'm really not interested in entertaining distractions right now," Haider grumbled, his frustration evident. However

"The Sterling Police is inept. Confusticated. In collective possession of the most disturbingly dormant organs ever to be kept under a head of hair." "Then why on Earth haven't you taken up the case? You are a certified profiler now. Trusted to handle such cases. Surely you of all people- " "And surely you, Richard, with the entire force at your beck and call, have the capacity to have it in hand!" Richard sighed, picking at his biscuit. "You know how I detest legwork." He glared daggers at his brother then, and brought a crumb to his mouth. "This is bad business, Edward; very bad business. The prince's wife..., was a great advocate for social change... oh, don't look at me like that. Surely

she said desperately. Richard hesitated again, his fingers tapping against the armrest. “There is… one way,” he said slowly. Elena frowned. “What do you mean?” Her father leaned forward, his face grim. “I had a meeting today with Damien Sterling.” Elena’s stomach twisted at the name. Everyone knew who Damien Sterling was. He was one of the most powerful businessmen in the country—a billionaire, ruthless in business, feared by his competitors. “What does he have to do with this?” she asked warily.

She asks him bewildered. “Of course I did. I needed to be prepared in case one of your little accidents were serious. I planned ahead and took one out on both of you, your mother included. I need her to stay alive until I get her to change her will, but you.. you are no longer of any use to me. You are more useful to me as a half of a million dollar death benefit.” Richard tells her, shrugging his shoulers. “I would have gotten nearly two million had you married Sterling, but at least this way I am finally rid of you. You have been nothing more than a nuisance to me since the day that you were born.”

"With the passcode, of course. Sterling's passwords are always so predictable. It's 0717, my birthday." Hearing this, my heart immediately sank. All of Sterling's passwords were 0717. I had asked him about it before, and he told me it was the day he made his first fortune. Ridiculous as it sounds, I had even celebrated his success with him on July 17th. "Do you like this swing? I mentioned to Sterling during one of our conversations that I'd love to have a swing installed in the yard someday. It would be so much fun. I never thought he'd remember."

I never once imagined he would cheat on me behind my back. A flicker of panic crossed Davis' face. His eyes darted away, avoiding mine. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. Instead, Sonia Robertson walked up with two glasses of red wine in hand. "Mrs. Stark, please don't be upset," she said lightly, as if nothing were wrong. "Mr. Stark knows you can't have children, so he only asked me to carry two heirs for him. This won't affect your position as Mrs. Stark at all."

When Annie married in the Sterling's family was close to bankruptcy and she had used up her family legacy to put them right on track but after having a foothold the company Annie painstakingly built was coarse from her and transferred to the sterlings name now everyone has forgotten how the sterling family had risen. Arthur scoffed again looking at old man sterling and he remembered his mom had also invested into the sterling group but what did she get in return?She was killed because she was trying to fight for his shares. " The old man's still alive so what do you need me for?" Arthur asked Silas, his face unreadable, meanwhile Sila's look was undeniably angry.

"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.