Greek Tycoon Novels & Stories

Stepping out of the car, I let out a relaxed breath, ready to embrace whatever the day at college might bring. I'm Xander Baston, the affluent, indulged scion of the Baston family. My mother is of Greek descent, and my father boasts Viking lineage. I embody the perfect fusion of looks and strength. When it comes to chiseled good looks, 'tall, dark, and handsome' barely scratches the surface. With a sculpted physique radiating power and prestige, I'm a living masterpiece, with glossy brown eyes. Every girl on campus desires me, despite knowing my ruthless nature.

“You now belong to the most powerful man in Sin City, congratulations.” I don’t know how lucky I should count myself, so I ask, “Who exactly is that?” The grin I get from him sends a disgusting shiver up my spine. “Your pussy now belongs to Bastien Ioannides, love,” he says, then cackles as he walks away without a care in the world. As if he just didn’t rip mine apart with that name. Bastien Ioannides - the name hangs like a trophy in my father’s mansion; the last Greek Alpha family he took out and insulted before leaving for Russia, and now I have just been bought by that very man.

“So who is he? A farmer's son or a man that was picked from the street?” “He is Tyler Brooke, one the youngest Billionaires in the whole of New York.” Draco revealed and I sent him a weird stare, is he drunk or something?” “That's not possible! Stop playing with me, I am not in the mood for jokes.” I warned and he suddenly placed his macbook in front of me. He then began showing me an unawares picture of Tyler attending a graceful occasion. I was shocked and thought it was photoshopped but it clearly doesn't look like something that was edited.

Eliana POV "What!" The word erupted from my mouth as I leapt from the bed, pacing up and down across our apartment. "How is that even possible?" The last thing I wanted was to have Luca nearby, staking his claim on me even though he had no right to. "So, you know I told you about my father and the guy I'm meant to marry?" Cassie asked slowly, twirling her hair around her finger nervously. "Yeah, you mentioned them." "My father is Georgio Papadopoulos, an enforcer for Vasilios Kythira of the Hellenes family." At my blank look she added, "the Greek Mafia."

’ They walked up the beach h^d in hand and up the winding track which led to the back of the villa. ‘Your mother owns a lot of this land, doesn’t she?’ Carrie remarked. ‘She does. Mama has money in her own right and my father left her well provided for. I don’t meddle in her affairs unless she asks my advice. My father was one of the richest men in Greece,’ he said soberly, as if money were irrelevant. To him, it probably was. ‘Now I am.’ They’d almost reached the wrought-iron gate which led onto the terrace when Carrie stopped.

) As Alexandros walked out of my office, I smiled to myself. Adam, you're going down. Adam Lorenzo was up to no good. I was alerted that he had teamed up with someone who had recently retired from the Greek mafia. I had no clue there was a Greek mafia; I suppose the illegal business world knows no boundaries. Alexandros Andino was laundering money between Italy and Turkey. I had heard of him before while working with the Italians. Before coming to me, they had hoped to exchange their diamonds for cash. However, Alexandros was not a fan of diamonds; he strictly only dealt with money. His profits on all the transactions he handled made him a multimillionaire; he started a modeling career as a

"Oh, no. No, no, no. Do you even know what you just did?!" I opened my mouth to answer, but she wasn’t done. "Kurtis freaking Otias! That’s the richest bachelor in Kenya—the only son of Martin L. Otias! One of the biggest tycoons in this country! Do you have any idea how rare this man is?!" I could only nod. Genny sucked in a deep breath, pacing the living room as if the weight of my marriage was too much for her to handle. "Okay, girl," she exhaled sharply. "What have you done?"

"I don't think I've ever heard you use that term when referring to yourself." "I have Beth. I'm good. She's honestly all I need." "Now that's new." His father glanced over at him. "I'm going to get the car. I'll meet you guys up front." "Really? Playing chauffeur? You're a billionaire, Dad." "Yeah, but not the typical one. You're not either." He walked off, turning back to wink at Damon before he disappeared into a sea of bodies. "Where did Dad go?" Matt stopped beside him with a big suitcase fit for a horde of women traveling together.

He rushed into the kitchen and returned with a bowl of popcorn. “Are we watching movie?" I tried not to laugh as he dropped down the popcorn and two glass of apple juice. “It would have helped if you just decided to come out a bottle of alcohol instead." He chuckled lightly.“It might and might not. Alright, where should I start from?" “Anywhere. As far as I understand who he is.” “His name is Jackson Aurel, a fifty three year old and a multi billionaire. He's the CEO of Mac and Co conglomerate."

My day was already off to a great start, and that message made it even better. I have to be honest: when I first met Corvin, I was intimidated. It’s hard not to be when you’re talking to the heir of a multi-billion dollar corporation. But as I’ve spent more time with him, I’ve realized that he is so much more than just a fancy title or a big bank account. He is incredibly attentive and generous. He is a true gentleman in every sense of the word, and he is brilliant. And, of course, it doesn't hurt that he is absolutely handsome. He really seems to have everything. I feel so lucky that I’ve managed to find such a good friend in him.