Greek Billionaire Novels & Stories

Miranda Duran, a 22-year-old orphan, was a sight to behold. A typical ordinary female who is well-known for her clumsiness in everyday situations. She had recently completed her undergraduate studies at a community college. Andrew Templeton, an egotistical billionaire, was the first person she met on that day. However, in a ridiculous situation. The Templeton brothers were dubbed "the rich Nasty Billionaires" in their hometown of Las Vegas. They were obscenely wealthy and ruthless in their pursuit of power. There was nothing they wouldn't do to get what they wanted.

"Liar. DNA said—" Damien laughed, holding a drive. "Faked. Victor hid me to control you all. Now, sign the empire over, or I gut your sister." Noah circled, gun ready. "Shoot him, Ethan." But Damien hit a button screen lit: Video of them. Ethan balls-deep in Noah's ass, filthy dirty talk echoing. "Leaked from your penthouse cams. World sees the billionaire heir as a cock-hungry fag. Stock tanks." Ethan lunged, but Damien fired grazing Noah's leg. Blood sprayed. Noah dropped, cursing. "My thigh fuck!"

Out of place. The door opened. The man who stepped out did not belong to her world. He wore a dark tailored coat, sharp lines, and quiet confidence. Silver cufflinks caught the weak winter sun. His posture was controlled, his expression unreadable. He moved like someone who had never been told no. Isabella recognized him instantly. Alexander Voss. The billionaire heir to Voss Enterprises. The man splashed across every headline since his father’s death three days ago. Rumors followed him like shadows, whispers of power, inheritance, and a will with unusual conditions.

“Yes, money oils everything.” “I suppose you have many charities that you support?” He smiles at me. “No.” “Why not? You’re a billionaire. Think how much good you can do in the world.” He walks towards me with my drink. “Stop being naïve, Star. How do you think one becomes a billionaire in the first place?” I scowl as I take my drink from him. “I’m a billionaire because I made millions of people all around the world poorer. Through immoral and illegal means, I acquired resources for a fraction of the price they should have been. What should have belonged to the people I took for myself.”

The screen shifted to a photograph. The same man. The same sharp jaw. The same dark, unreadable eyes. The same presence that had made her spine tighten with awareness. Her neighbor. The billionaire next door. Zayrielle stared, her heart pounding. This wasn’t just wealth. This was power—the kind that crushed people without ever touching them. The elevator dinged. She stepped inside, her thoughts racing. So that’s who he was. Which meant the men in suits. The tension. The warning. It all made sense.

I resisted the urge to flinch away when he reached for my hands, I still needed more answers. "What do you mean you are more rich and powerful than Demetrius?" "It's simple really, Demetrius is the owner of Mavros Inc, the third richest company on the world. I own Roussos Inc, the richest company in the world by far, Mavros Inc is only where it is today because of me, I make most of my business deals and collaborations with Demetrius' company, without me, you'd be an average family living on minimum wage.

When in fact my whole world was spinning in front of me threatening to crash. My mind leapt to Zane Cross, the billionaire whose signature could change the fortunes of cities. I shoved the thought away. I would not go begging, to a man who thought kindness was a power play. We helped Dad dress, his jokes brittle at the edges. “Guess I’m too stubborn for my own liver,” he said, patting my shoulder. “I’ll be fine. Just a tune-up.” I was a bit relieved he wasn't broken down by the news, at least not yet. It wouldn't do him or us any good.

He saw holes in the market and plugged them before anyone else could and the moment he made his first hundred million, he learned the secret to keeping it. Trust no one especially not women, especially not Vera. All he'd wanted was simple, a family after gathering so much wealth, his wife to take care of and their children but she'd had to fuck it up. But none of that mattered anymore, the woman who would be carrying his child was here now, he'd have his family, with no woman involved. He sat down at his office desk, opening his laptop to skim morning headlines. It was supposed to be a normal day until her name popped up.

“Of course, mom. That is a promise.” Kent's cooking was done and it was a quarter to 3, so he immediately said goodbye to Atasha's Mom and left. Only a few minutes passed and he arrived at the Company. Many people look at him and say hello that he just nods. The news seems to have spread to everyone that their boss is getting married. Many of them were especially happy to know who that man was. Who does not know? Keiron Kent Devaux is the richest man in the world—A billionaire. “Sir! It is good and you are here. Ms. Sha-sha are at her office,”

Graham asked irritably. Alice nodded. “That's right. He is a billionaire who owns a worldwide business. He is the original figure of Mr. Knight, the owner of Golden Era Enterprise which has always ranked as the wealthiest company in the country.” “What?! He is Mr. Knight?!” screeched Nancy and Graham simultaneously. Their eyeballs rounded wide as if they were about to jump out of place after hearing the statement from Alice's mouth. The look on their faces showed disbelief. How could a construction worker suddenly become the richest billionaire?