Greek Tycoon Novels & Stories

GREECE BILLIONAIRES MOST-SOUGHT AFTER BACHELORS REUNITED! The tycoon Businessman Zandros Mailov threw a party at their villa and we spotted the famous and drop-dead gorgeous Stavros Demakis, with his other friends Eligible Bachelor, Nicolas Petropoulis and Demetrio Pallos, who owns the billion-dollar chains of hotels across the world.

“I didn’t know it was that bad.” He gave a small shrug. “Even I didn't know things were going to get so tough ” He stayed quiet. “I ended up working for this Italian businessman. Alexander Yates.” he paused, watching Max’s face closely. “You heard of him?” Max shook his head. “He was rich. Not the ordinary kind of rich. Private islands, rare car collections, security teams everywhere.” His eyes flickered away. “Filthy rich.” Max blinked. “Wow.” “He didn’t have a family. No wife. No kids. Just money. And one day…” he laughed under her breath, not out of humor. “One day he called everyone working under him into this massive hall in his estate.”

Mayeli looked around as they walked into an Italian restaurant. Truce walked towards a table already occupied by a young man. Tyse, CEO of Octavia? Killian's crew seemed to consist solely of billionaires. Tyse looked stunning in a well-tailored white suit, with a white shirt inside. He wasn't wearing a tie, and the first three buttons of his shirt were undone, making him look even sexier. From the look of things, his jet-black hair was quite long, and seeing it packed in a bun brought out the structure of his handsome face. He had a high cheekbone, and thin pink lips, with warm brown eyes that were currently on her.

A small plan started to form in my mind but I needed to gather as much knowledge as I could. “Who is he, truly?” I turned to face my grinning father and for a moment he seemed to enjoy Declan’s misery so much that he forgot his hatred for me. “Robert’s bastard son. He’s made a name for himself in Italy, Spain, Paris and South America. They call him The Tycoon of Rome. He’s quite brilliant.”

"You have thirty seconds to disappear. Use them wisely." Damon’s gaze still burned into me, furious and possessive, until Davis yanked him back with a hissed, "That’s Matteo Moretti, you idiot. Even I can’t save you from him." Then they were gone. And I was left standing there, my pulse hammering so hard I swore the alleyway could hear it. Matteo Moretti. The name alone carried weight. Founder of the Moretti Group. Ruthless investor. The man who’d toppled governments with a single phone call.

I keep reading, already feeling anger rising within me. Contracted by—and what I see next makes all this more tangled—a private holding company registered in Athens. A shell encrypted three layers deep, but Tucker's thorough, and the last layer has a name I recognize. Castello I place the phone down, my forehead frowning. It’s not Adrian. This one is an older name, the first I have seen connected to the Greek syndicate’s European operations. A man who has been running an operation the same way for four generations and does not accept disruptions to its arrangement without retaliation.

She leaned closer, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. “I can only imagine Summer’s expression when she finds out you’re involved with Kyle Brown. He’s a billion times the man Nick could ever hope to be. I doubt she’d believe it, though. How could someone like you, who is always buried in work, end up with a man like Kyle Brown instead of some model?” “Crazy bitch! What’s so special about Kyle Brown?” I asked, swatting her hand away when she reached for my cheek. “Layla! That’s literally the wealthiest tycoon in America. There’s everything special about him!”

I'm sorry for everything---'' ''---No, it's not going to happen.'' ''Please.'' ''No.'' ''Please, Jason, Please I'm begging you-'' ''Can't you see Sasha? Do you think that I can love someone? Huh? You really think that there's some ounce in my heart that I care about. That I am some prince charming, a knight shining armor? I'm not. I'm Jason Vella, a billionaire that doesn't give a fuck about anybody else. Do you hear me? I don't care about anyone but my damn self."

"Your father was in Greece last week and he talked to my father." Eleanor said. Nyx's father is the most powerful and wealthiest man in the world. Nike Kently Huxley, but despite his power and wealth, Mr. Huxley is a good and kind man. He always had time for his wife Elaine Rose Litvin Huxley and Nyx. I got the opportunity to meet him when I was a kid and get to know him better. Then I was pulled back from my reverie when Nyx bid farewell to us. "It was nice meeting you, Eleanor. Unfortunately, my manager just texted me, informing me about my meeting with her."

“It’s not a big deal, Tara.” “Yes, it is! It’s the first time I witnessed my friend have an interest in a man! How could it be not a big deal?” Tara said hysterically. I just shrugged my head. “Think what you want to think. I’m not interested. Final.” After saying that to Tara, I swiftly looked back at the front, staring at the laptop’s screen. I didn’t doubt what Zygo said two days ago that he is one of Tranquil’s billionaires. From the beginning, I knew he was a tycoon and had been rolling in money because no one else could enter ZF Hotel, but those people qualified as Elites.