The Greek Tycoon's Virgin Wife Novels & Stories

Bonus Story Synopsis - One sinful night with consequences, at Christmas time... It's a a simple one night stand and it should have ended there nothing more. But when innocent Eva Snow falls pregnant to the dashing Greek billionaire Vitalo Patrakis, there's only one solution the traditional greek man sees as the right path... Marriage! He chases after her and promises her the world for their baby, a life lived side-by-side, raising their child as a family, which is the one thing she's afraid of.

It was not so casual for the receptionist to receive a call from a woman who wants to talk to the richest man in the country, and hence she was curious to know the identity of this caller. “ I.. am... his maid ” Abha replied and hang up the phone. But, was she really his maid? No, she was his wife. She was the wife of a man who was the most eligible bachelor in the views of the whole country. Businesses tycoons dreamt of setting their daughter's marriage with him, girls adore him and reserved his all magazines pictures. Many women could even die for him, but no one knew that the man whom they were thinking is single, was actually married. But, he was ashamed of his wife, he was so much asham

She widened her eyes as astonishment took over her. “Wait, do you mean, fegal cars?” She voiced out with her voice louder than she intended. “Finally, you got out of the rock” “Oh my God, I had no idea,” she exclaimed, still trying to absorb the fact that she might be getting married to a well-known billionaire. “This is huge, Ami. You do not know how popular this man is. How did you say you met him?”.

Stacy said, tucking a strand behind her ear nervously as she pushed an open glossy magazine towards Dmitri. He was about to slam it shut and tell her that he didn't have time to read this nonsense when his eyes fell upon a picture that was in there. The color drained from his face. "What the..." His brows furrowed as he left what he was doing and pulled the magazine closer towards him. Is hot shot billionaire Dmitri Kaverin's wife cheating on him? The headline of the article read. And below it were several pictures of Trinity with none other than Tyler in various intimate positions.

However, it did not take long for it to be replaced by a blatant annoyed look that immediately gave Maya so much pain. “What do you want?” he asked, not interested at all in what she has to say. He closed the door and stood in front of her. “What is it now?” he was still keeping the act of the annoyed one. “I was with Sicilia right now, and she told me everything,” she said, studying each little change in his face. “What did she tell you?” he asked again, but he wasn’t annoyed anymore. He was curious. “She told me the real reason you’re getting married, that you’re only doing it for the company,” she explained further.

Marianne asked, extending her hand to Lexus. Am I invisible here? I should’ve gone to Bangui Windmills first! “Not interested. I’m with my wife,” he replied coldly. My heart did a happy dance. Ericka laughed on the side while Marianne looked around, disoriented. “Where? I don’t see her—” Marianne froze when she turned to me. Lexus pulled me closer and embraced me. “She’s my wife,” he said, holding up our wedding rings. Marianne’s jaw dropped in disbelief. Tsk.

She had seduced him so well that no woman could seduce him now. They entered the limousine—which he owned, of course—and their valet drove them to the gala that a famous tycoon running for senator held for all the businesspeople. As they entered the gala, everyone was, of course, captivated by her. Known as Gabriel's wife, Mrs. Lawson. Gabriel was, of course, a doting husband, and every tycoon was a little self-conscious about their bodies whenever they looked at him and his beautiful, sexy wife.

"You aren't even supposed to be here. This was my solo brand trip." "And yet, here I am. The fans were asking where I was. It would look bad if I stayed home while my 'soulmate' was at a resort, wouldn't it?" He stepped closer, his shadow falling over me. "By the way, I went to your villa this morning. It was beautiful. They sure treated you like a VIP. Why are we not staying together?" I laughed, a harsh, dry sound. "Because you aren't part of the contract, Derek! They didn't include a budget for a tag-along who wasn't invited."

“Grace, I didn’t know how to reach you. You disappeared after the wedding. No calls. No messages. Then I saw the news.” Grace stiffened. “The news?” she echoed. Evan nodded. “Of your marriage. To him. And I knew—knew—you had to be in trouble.” Grace blinked. “I wasn’t—” “Grace,” he cut in softly, “you vanished. You didn’t tell anyone. Not even me. And then suddenly you were married to a billionaire with a reputation for destroying anyone who crosses him.” Jordan’s jaw clenched, but he stayed silent. Evan continued, urgency rising in his tone. “So I started digging.”

I was sick and tired of everything—this wheelchair, this house— I was tired of it all. Taking in deep breaths, I wheeled towards the guest room where my new 'wife' was currently staying. I knew she was probably ecstatic to learn that she would be marrying the billionaire's crippled son. Just like the last two, her next plan would probably be to kill me and take over my property. A man who couldn't even get an erection was as good as useless to them whether or not it was Alexander Forger. They were all here for the money, and I knew this one was no different.