Greek Tycoon Novels & Stories

She has never been scolded so badly since she was a child. "You... you dare scold me? Who are you?" Kourtney huffed, rolling his eyes at Aurora. "She is my wife." Before Aurora could speak, Phelan spoke. He looked up at Kourtney, the passionate and loving look he had when he looked at Aurora was gone, replaced by a dead look. "You... Oh are you Phelan Darius?" Phelan didn't answer, but Kourtney could tell that the man who was looking at her coldly was the famous CEO of Shadow Company, and heir to The Darius Corporation.

The one who'd redefined me in countless ways and then gone on with his own life like it never happened. He's the very man I'd sworn I wouldn't see again after the night of our secret rendezvous. But it seems fate are having somekind of fiesta because right now am currently at his workplace, imagine how frusrated and scared I am right now because I just found out he's not just greek but also a billionaire... With no scandal attached to his name, he known to be a cruel but honest tycoon and marriage isn't something he wants to consider in the next twenty years... Yeah you heard me right!

She whispered as she closed the office door behind her. Troy Dawson, the billionare CEO living in Riverdale, was the single living greek God in the entire universe. Not just the man was extremely handsome with a perfectly tonned face and body, he was also available as per the sources. Often the news of his hookups, with several girls errupred in market but later they died down as a rumour. Technically, the rich CEO was single and nobody had ever seen him ever with his one single girlfriend. He was now the head of the 'Emerging Enterprises' one of the largest publishing houses of entire world.

I act accordingly to my noble protocol. "BabyGirl, let me tell you. There is not a single brand that I cannot afford!" he smirks. “And, I’m not a bell boy. Do I, by any chance, look like one?” "Great, " I smiled. There is a trace of a strong accent that can't be Italian. BabyGirl. Greek. I know that accent; it's green; he's a Greece person. Knowing how I like my fantasy guys that play hard to get. I held his big cold hand on mine.

It's a different case entirely cos he sounds just like a beast ready to devour it's prey. He's the most feared business tycoon in the whole of the States. Everyone knows him for his rudeness and hot tempered behavior but even at that, he's still a Greek god to all the ladies. Every lady would kill just to be in his arms or even stand 2ft away from him. Even when they get the chance to be with him, they will tremble at the mere aura emitting from him. Joel walked into his company with his guards right behind him. He had his usual cold face on as he walked in.

Sebastian clicked the 'play' button and a video of the morning news from a local morning show was played. "For the sizzling and trending topic today! Trillionaire magnate and hot bachelor even in his late thirties, Dionysus Zephyr Chevalier, finally confirmed that he was indeed married with the blossoming fashion designer, Zoey Veera Lavigne. The two were spotted kissing each other last night, at the annual Thanksgiving party of C.G.C., or most commonly known as Chevalier Group of Companies, that has a million sub empires all around the world."

“Because Tyler actually prioritizes his business there and just dragged you along in order to not alarm the citizens of Stella’s Soul.” I scowled, putting back my fork of roasted beef to the plate. “I think you are just imagining things, Meah—” “Tyler went to Greece to seek the help of the Greek wolves,” she looked with a gaze that could slice my soul in half. “He took you there, thinking he could persuade the Greeks to help us with your presence. Yet, his mission failed somehow even with your pretty little face.” ‘You’re just upset, Moonstorm… You’re only upset because I turned down your business proposal,’ Kairo’s voice haunted my mind once again.

Rude and let's not ever forget absolutely egotistical playboy. "Maria right?" Who was Maria? "No and who are you?" I questioned him even though I knew exactly who he was I wanted to get the words out of him. "I've been here for one week now have you not heard of me? Luciano Martini. Yes, yes I am the son of Emilio Martini, please hold your applause." Self centered cocky bitch. You starting to see that yet or no? For me, I'd saldy dealth with that plenty of times before that at this point I’m just far too used to and tired of seeing it. But to be honest if I was in his position I guess I could see why he’d brag endlessly about himself. I would too. His father is one of the most powerful busin

When he finally opened his mouth, his words were directed exclusively at Rosalie’s disgrace. " Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Antoine Angelle of the LaVioletee group. So this is the CEO of the powerful Empire group? " he pronounced, his voice echoing in the hall. - I see only one opportunist who abandoned her family to the mercy of misery while enjoying a luxurious life alongside the late magnate Duncan Valois!

The words froze on my tongue as my gaze locked onto a pair of piercing blue eyes. What the— Standing in front of Dad's bookshelf wasn't him but someone I never expected to see here: Alexander fucking Grayson. Alexander Grayson. CEO of Grayson Industries and the most notorious spoiled heir of Italy. The man whose mornings began with one woman in his bed and nights ended with another. A shrewd businessman gracing the covers of financial magazines for his success—and the tabloids for his infamous escapades. He wasn't just known for his corporate brilliance but for bedding celebrities and making headlines with scandals.