The Greek Tycoon's Virgin Wife Novels & Stories

“This one is for your ignorance. You don’t even deserve your position. You got your job, your CEO title, and even my billion-dollar contract because of Audrey. She built you while you were sleeping. She supported you, carried you, and stood by you. And you call her a parasite? A seductress? Mind you, she is the love of my life… and the real tycoon’s daughter.” Alan staggered back in shock. “What…?” “No! That’s impossible!” Mrs. Helen exclaimed as she, Caroline, and Jack rushed onto the stage. Alan’s mind suddenly flashed back—memories of the tycoon carrying me on the day of the incident, the moment he divorced me after my miscarriage, and how, whenever he complained or made requests in the c

He is just too dashing to be a gigolo. “You are the one they sent me? You don’t look too bad for a gigolo. “ Zion Archer came to a halt and glanced at his petite wife. Did she just call me a gigolo? Maya pushed herself out of bed, still dressed in her lingerie. She raised her eyes and began scanning the man in front of her with her bare gaze. "I didn’t know gigolos could look this good. I hope you were informed about your assignment. You are here to take my virginity.“ She began to brush her fingers on the man’s muscular shoulders.

She plopped on the couch in front of them. She heard a humourless laugh from her left. Bianca settled next to her, "Can I join you?" She asked, plastering her fake smile. "And who are you?' Camilla snapped, staring at her. " I'm your brother-in-law's wife," Her smile was genuine and pride could be seen over her features. "Are you trying to say 'second-unwanted wife'?" Emlyn leaned over the glass table. Bianca's pride seemed to be wounded. Her brows furrowed, "She's the one. Unwanted." She turned her exasperated gaze on her, "I'm a virgin. Why would he want you?" She bellowed, glaring at her.

And if that wasn’t enough, she was clenching to his body as her body shook with sobs, and he held her in turn, and then kissed her head. What the fuck? The kids were sitting under the umbrella, sipping on their cokes, watching the drama unfolding. I was six feet three, and this man easily had a few inches over me. It’s not even been an entire day we were back in Greece, did Blue finally realize the Greek men were better than me? “Hey!” I yelled out as I stomped towards him. Jealously running thick in my blood. “Get your hands off my wife!” I looked at Blue, “How could you?!”

"A glass of bourbon." "Water." I countered. I can't deal with her drama more so when she's high. "He married Rhea Sarris! It was the biggest wedding Greece has ever seen! Her mother is a fortunate woman to have been graced with such a wedding. I'm just a neglected mother who will never be part of a wedding because of a selfish daughter who only cares about her feelings! Now I'll be the shame of Greece! A pregnant daughter without a husband is the punishment I get for not arranging a marriage when you were an eligible bride!"

That's who I am or who I thought I was, now I'm not so sure, am I a wife or a puppet? Being as rich as I am you would think my life is all sunshine and rainbows, if only you knew was it was like to be married to a controlling and demanding Greek tycoon that is Demetrius Mavros. His dangerous aurora intrigued all the women in Greece, including me. I was more then shocked when Demetrius' eyes even strayed my way. He wanted me, and I was more than willing to give myself to him but what I didn't know was that my husband, Demetrius Mavros had an insatiable appetite, an insatiable appetite for me.

I managed to get out, my voice breaking as I babble on and he pulls his head back to peer down at me. “Are you still a virgin, Sienna?” He suddenly asks, and I feel the blush creeping into my cheeks. What the hell! What a vile man! “Of course I am!” I cry out, and Dante puts a finger to my lips to silence me while he grins at my answer. “Good, I want an unspoilt wife on our wedding night. A bloody sheet always signifies a blessed mafioso marriage.” He says, and the blush deepens on my cheeks.

The headline screamed in bold: BILLIONAIRE ETHAN BLACKWOOD'S SECRET MARRIAGE EXPOSED: ARTIST WIFE HIDING IN PLAIN SIGHT? Below it, a blurry photo—her laughing up at Ethan outside the courthouse, his hand at the small of her back. Another of her boarding a plane to Florence alone. Speculation followed: Was it a publicity stunt? A green-card marriage? Or had the reclusive billionaire finally been tamed by an unknown painter? Lila scrolled, stomach churning. Comments poured in—vicious, curious, envious. "Gold digger." "She doesn't look like his type." "Poor Victoria—dumped for some nobody."

The Isle of Obsidian As the Aura began its descent, the rugged silhouette of Isola d’Ossidiana rose from the turquoise waters of the Tyrrhenian Sea. It was a private rock, owned by a shell company that traced back to a silent partner in the original 1985 agreement. On the highest peak sat a villa of white marble and glass—a minimalist fortress that looked like a shard of ice dropped into the Mediterranean.

His jaw clenched and he looked at me. “Was your fiancé?” he repeated deliberately. “Yes, until I caught him in bed with someone else,” I nodded, my voice trembling. “And then he looted our savings.” His hands clenched. “He stole from you?” “Yes.” He shifted his eyes away, his face hardening, the cold glare in his eyes. Then he scoffed. “Of course he did.” “What?” “I know my son and he's a big disappointment,” Lucious said bluntly. My chest tightened. “This is awkward. I can't believe I am pregnant with my ex-fiancé’s father.”