Greek Tycoon Novels & Stories

Now that Oliver had left, and I was in my office alone, I couldn’t help the trail of thoughts that filled my mind. If he hadn’t knocked, I would have very well been kissing Alexander Christos. And my, my, what a kiss it would have been. My Greek billionaire. Yikes! He wasn’t mine. But he had brushed those soft lips of his against mine, ever so lightly. In fact, as my fingers reached for my lips, I couldn’t help but feel as if his lips were still brushing against mine. His cologne….so…male. My nipples tightened, rubbing against the lace of my bra. The sensation shot arousal downwards, straight to my center. And I gasped at the sudden feel of heat as it popped between my thigh.

I ordered and they immediately leave. "Why have you been stealing from me?" Pontus refuses to answer. Punching him in the face my ring cuts his cheek. "Tell me." I demanded. He spits his blood onto the floor and laughs this evil laugh. "Oh Basil, why did you think I did it? I want what you have." He grins, blood stains his teeth. "I'm the rightful heir to the Greek mafia, it was my family first that had the title." "What about your sons?" I asked, even though Timothy's dead he still has Jason.

He added before finally releasing me, making me fall on my ass and I scampered out of the room without daring to take another glance at him. Finally settled in my office, I briefly considered resigning but I knew that would only fuel his suspicion more and more. With a long sigh, I powered up my monitor and looked him up. My mouth dropped open as I read through G****e. Apparently, he’s a trillionaire. ‘Heir to a very wealthy and prestigious family, Jason has a lot of companies and investments in hotels, restaurants, hospitals, schools and so on, which fetch him millions of dollars a day.’ My eyes widened as I kept reading on and on, realizing that it’s starting to make sense why he’s so skep

He doesn't deserve to be. I've known him as an influential man who rules the business world, this man who claims to be my Father is no puppet, he is known to be ruthless, a brutal and dangerous business tycoon. This man has everything I need to prove my innocence and claim back Darren's love, and most importantly my revenge on the Taylors. I might not like him so much right now but I need him, I need this strange family I just found myself in.

Carlos whispers in my ear "Let's go. Trust me, today is not the day. Let's go and talk. We need to communicate with one another and figure out what exactly happened five years ago." "What the hell is going on over here?" came the bitchy voice of the woman I hate so much. Merem, the whore who fucked my man. She is the last woman I want to see right now. "Merem, what are you doing over here?" Carlos asked, then his eyes widened when he saw the figure standing behind Merem. Matteo Barzini, the father of Merem and the strongest business tycoon present in Italy. Literally half of the businesses are ran by him in Italy. But not mine, so I don't have any reason to bow down to him or anything.

, Michael mumbled. "Either way", he straightened. "That lunch we talked about a lot and we ended up kissing each other. Then we went on a run together and ...", Michael reddened. I almost dropped my glass. Michael Philippe de Beaumont, the cold-hearted stone-faced boss of a billion-worthy company, of the company Beaumont Enterprise, the eldest son of Véronique and Hector, two CEOs, a Harvard graduate, the soon 30-year-old man who broke noses with his bare palm, blushed!

Not a word spoken but the air screamed rivalry. Power. This was what it looked like when two powerful heirs stared each other down. Two lions circling the same terrain. One American. One European. Titans wrapped in tailored suits. And then standing between them like a forgotten object, Noora finally realized who exactly had offered her a ride. Vasiliki… Icarus Vasiliki. The heir of ACME Corp. Europe’s golden prince. A man whispered about in boardrooms and worshipped by Wall Street. The very name that sends ripples through the markets, is now standing calm, easy, unreadable... toe-to-toe with Luciano Richardson.

Only her surname was on the bank she used. She also blocked her bank so the man wouldn’t be able to find her if he looked for her. Celeste left the country with the money given to her. She wondered who the man she was with last night was, she was sure he came from a wealthy family because it was so easy for him to give 100 million. 100 million was a lot for her to start and reclaim the company from her sister. Meanwhile, Maximus furrowed his brows when he woke up. He was still naked because his clothes were scattered on the floor. He rubbed his temple when it suddenly throbbed. He drank a lot last night and he remembered what happened.

“You think you’re the hero here, shutting down the vault? We don’t need your files. We needed chaos. Disruption. And now everyone will know how easy it is to crack your little perfume empire.” I shook my head. “Greco’s gone. His network is done.” “Greco was a fossil,” the man said coldly. “We’re not part of that mess. We’re starting something new. Leaner. Smarter. Faster. His old scraps gave us just enough to build a shadow of what he had—and your brother? Just a pawn. An opening.” Tyler groaned beneath me, still conscious, his eyes filled with guilt. “You used him,” I whispered.

Then the man turned his gaze toward her and realized she would not be at peace until she got an answer. "Galata, I am a quarter Greek by blood. I remind you that my grandmother Mariam was Greek by birth and…" —she did not let him finish his comment. "You’re misunderstanding me. That wasn’t my question. I met a Greek man; he owns a new precious stones mining company. I couldn’t do business with him because apparently, he was interested in other things. He even whispered in my ear. I tried to run away and fell into his lap and…" Her face flushed when he looked at her seriously.