Greek Tycoon Novels & Stories

"He even did that?" "Yes, ma'am." I let out a quiet breath, still a little surprised. "Please thank him for me when he returns." "Sure." The maid gave me another brief smile before excusing herself. Inside, I sat on the edge of the bed, holding the phone. I hadn't expected any of these from him and it made me feel overwhelmed with emotions. I never knew that the feared tycoon of Manhattan’s upper city could be so good, even with the rumors about him flying around.

I stuttered. He met my eyes steadily, almost with amusement. “I’m Lucious Alejandro Dexter, your baby's father,” he said. How I wanted to disappear at the spot. I banged a psychopath. “I….I can't just—go with you. I have a life. I have a job and my own apartment.” “You don’t anymore,” he said to me with that blank look. “You quit.” My mouth opened, then closed again. “How do you know that? I didn't even quit yet.”

The sharp, Greek-god jawline, the broad shoulders that seemed to swallow the light, and those dark, piercing eyes. "Jackson Vance," Liam read aloud. "Only son of the Vance tech mogul. He’s supposed to be taking over the company next year. They say he’s a genius, but he’s 'unstable'—prefers grease and leather to boardrooms and silk. He’s the most eligible bachelor in the city, Milo. And he’s… well, he’s a bit of a monster."

“My father is a billionaire. And well… I’m also a billionaire and a successful businessman myself. I started making money at a very young age.” I nodded slowly, pretending to think deeply. “So basically, your father is still a tycoon.” Michael shook his head immediately. “I don’t really like calling him that. Billionaire sounds better to me.” I stared at him quietly after hearing that response. At that moment, something inside me shifted. Most wealthy men loved showing off their riches and power, but Michael was different. He carried his wealth casually, almost like it meant nothing to him. He didn’t seem interested in titles or recognition. Deep down, he simply wanted to live normally like

She looked at me and when she realized that I was not going to be the one answering, she slid her gaze back to Mario. He sighed. “GC is Grande Capo, he is the Italian mafia boss here in NYC. Santiano is Ty’s old boss back in D.C., he owed GC some money and for interest, he handed Tyler to GC. Although,” Mario paused and locked his eyes with mine. A frown appeared on his forehead. “I still do not understand why he did that. I thought he considered your friend Lucas as his own flesh and blood and he knows how close you are to Lucas.”

"His mother is Greek and his father is Canadian. In Canada, Zeus developed his father's business, and he became a respected Tycoon on five continents. Even mafias like your brother and I, we dare not go against him." "If everyone calls you King, then Zeus is..." "Deity, they call Zeus is deity. Zeus will not set his foot to get out of Olympus, unless there is something very urgent." I smile. "Then take me with you. I want to meet the man who once helped my husband." "Are you serious?" Austin looks down at my crotch, I chuckle in annoyance, and I slowly step closer to him. Every time I step, my sex organs hurt, but I have to get used to it.

The business tycoon, handsome as hell, sexy as sin and the most eligible bachelor of New York as Leah had put it yesterday giving me his company’s briefings. I had met him at some charity events and we'd made some small talks here and there but that was it. We’d never formally introduced ourselves until now. I had to admit though, he was quite easy on eyes with his dark black hair and electric blue eyes. Once again, who was I kidding? He was a freaking Greek God. He was tall, well over six feet and had a well-built body. I could almost see his sculpted chest through his suit that accentuated his body so well that one would think he was born in that.

Today could not get any worse. "Take us home," I ordered the driver. The second the car turned around and headed for the mansion, Doria's mind continued to race. It concerned me a lot and the second she spoke, I knew accepting the new developments would be difficult for Doria than I had anticipated. "How are you even sure he is your son?" Doria inquired. Her voice was high-pitched and shaky. "This is not the first time someone had tried to rope a bastard child on you, Nikolas. You are an elite of Greece for fuck sake."

I replied. "Okay newbie." He teased. I chuckled. I glance at him as he drove. He was nothing like Jason or Tony, Tony was just putting on an act so I could like him untill he dumped me. Jason is just something different, you can't read him or understand him. He does things without you predicting what he was going to do and totally hates me with all his gut. When he fires me, Am sure I won't see that coming. Alex on the other hands, was nice and different from his parents. He was definitely a playboy

“Honestly, Brandon doesn’t tell us a lot about what happened that day, but we all know that the suspects are inside the Katrakis circle. The family is a vast clan. When Grandfather found out that Brandon and Elga existed, he wanted to make the two of them his successors. But the elders weren’t up for this idea since they thought they were the offspring of ‘sins.’ There’s also this rule that those who are already exiled don’t have the right to a single cent of the family inheritance.” “But Brandon made all his wealth by himself, right?” I point out. “I’m sure they are all going to leave him alone now.” They should. He suffered all alone. His family was murdered because of it, and he almost lo