Greek Billionaire Novels & Stories

He took her to the bank so An hour later, San entered her apartment and found Gael on the bed waiting for her. He did not look happy and turned his face to the other side. San sighed. "What is your problem Mr millionaire?" "Billionaire. I am a billionaire you fool. But why do you even care. Go to your boyfriend and eat those pancakes with him." Gael huffed angrily while San nodded. "So, you are angry because I ate pancakes." She laid on the bed and relaxed herself while Gael thought for few minutes.

Alexander shut her out immediately. He was too busy talking to business partners and potential investors for his company, which was his major purpose for attending the gala. He didn't believe in the act of charity; to him, it was a waste of money, but these things needed to be done so that he could show off his company. A company that he was about to lose the majority shares he owned if he didn't get married.

beautiful than Lia, even she is also very royal like Lia, yes, I have never failed in terms of finding good and wealthy women, of course, in order to lighten my burden one day. Lia is the granddaughter of a successful businessman and has a lot of inheritance, but she is never arrogant about what she has, while Yaya is the only child of a boss in her village, all of her father's wealth will automatically be inherited by her, even when I was in a relationship. with him never spent a penny of money all on him.

If I had to guess, I’d say she is in her late fifties. “I understand.” I gulp and nod. I always do research before job interviews, so I know a little about the ‘Master.’ He’s twenty-eight, a self-made billionaire, and the sole owner and chairman of Grethe and Elga Enterprises, a telecommunications and electronic consumer company headquartered in Manhattan. But his family background, where he graduated, and his face are all a mystery. No single soul has seen him in person. He never shows up anywhere public and never attends any important events. I can’t help but wonder why.

That place became a market, and she was like merchandise being fought over by men hungry for flesh. "One billion!" Silence. Everyone was deafened, including Eleanor. All eyes turned to the source of the voice. On one side, at the very top, was a man wearing a black polo shirt. He slowly went down, his footsteps were the only noise heard throughout the place. "One Billion?" asked Don Constantino, his eyes widening and unable to believe what he heard. "She's mine!" until he finally got down and was right in front of Eleanor. Knight Andrie, one of the richest men in the entire Philippines. He is a billionaire not because of inheritance but pure effort.

"I didn't realize you went for rich billionaires now. Your niche a few years ago was rebellious bad boys with a truckload of trauma behind them." I laughed, still ruffled from the encounter I had a few minutes ago. Grandma started ticking her fingers. "Mommy issues, daddy issues." She grinned. "You name it. You're an expert at this." My grandma could be funny when she wanted to be. "He has a kid, a daughter, and he lives in the wealthiest part of the town. I hear he's a billionaire. I mean, he owns multiple chains of hotels and restaurants and he just bought this restaurant from Mr. Wang."

She hesitated before answering. “Elena Romano.” The voice on the other end was smooth, calculated. “Miss Romano. I hear you’re in the market for a new ally.” She straightened. “Who’s asking?” A low chuckle. “Someone who can help you bury Killian Graves.” Elena’s pulse quickened. She already knew who it was. Marcus Langley. A billionaire with just as much power as Killian—except he preferred to stay in the shadows, pulling strings instead of making himself a target.

“You’re marrying Alexander Grayson? The Alexander Grayson?” “That’s what the press release will say,” I murmured, stirring my coffee even though I had no intention of drinking it. “The same man who once shut down a tech startup by accident and didn’t apologize?” “It was a strategic acquisition. The founder failed to read the fine print.” “Oh my God, Eliana. He’s basically a Bond villain with a better skincare routine.” I gave her a look. “And your point?” “My point is—since when do you go for emotionally unavailable billionaires with god complexes?”

It was often said that their family had direct ties to the olympian gods. Who wouldn't want to marry into their family when it was the opportunity to gain wealth, power and fame? But Ethan Reynolds? He was a different breed, the very zenith of perfection. Before the age of twenty-five, he had established himself as the youngest self-made billionaire and the youngest eligible billionaire bachelor on the Forbes list. Presently, at age thirty, he had a spot among the world's top ten richest billionaires. With his insanely gorgeous looks, he was the man every woman fantasized about, the man who's success others marveled at…

"But what meetings does he attend here? Thought the wine press at my town was destroyed. Does he have a company here?" Sara nodded. "He does." Bethany wondered how rich he was cause he isn't being recognized by the media and no one talks about him. Infact, he is just like an ordinary man who had nothing whereas he owns big industries. "He is a silent billionaire I see." Sara lifted the corners of her lips into a smile, "Yes you are right. A billionaire who hates to be recognized so he makes sure to keep hidden what he does secret, leaving the world to wonder who does it."