The Greek Tycoon Box Set: The Complete Serial: Books 1-10 Read Online Free

her.
    “Let’s get on with our breakfast, Mother,” said Atreus, slipping Dios into his high chair.
    Their pleasantly plump housekeeper, Hanna, came in with bread studded with olives, fresh cheese and a chicken pie, and set them on the table. Atreus sat down and unfolded his napkin.  
    “Wow, Hanna, this looks great. Thank you.”
    She nodded and smiled as she turned to leave. Andria placed her hand on Hanna’s arm.  
    “Hanna, will you ask Serene to come down to lunch?”  
    Hanna’s usually pleasant face creased into panic at the mention of Serene’s name. Glancing at Atreus, who offered a tiny nod, she curtsied quickly and hurried away.  
    They ate in silence until she returned. Her face was pale.
    “She’s not in her room, sir, but there was this.”  
    She handed Atreus an envelope with shaking hands.  
    Atreus had a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach as he took the letter. His eyes flashed over it, and it said exactly what he had expected it to. That she was leaving. All the regrets and sorrys were not worth the ink they were written in, in that beautiful looped scrawl of hers. He could hold back his emotion easily – he’d mourned the end of their marriage a long time ago – that was, until he came to the end of her note.
    I am leaving with Nikolas, as he gives me the love I crave. I will send you the divorce papers. Atreus, please sign them and send them along as quickly as possible. It is for the best. I will give you my new address in due time.
    Atreus balled up the note in his strong hands and flung it across the dining room. He felt like his whole body was on fire.  
    “She’s gone. The bitch ran away with Nikolas. Δεκάρα .”  
    His voice came out of his mouth so eerily calm.
    “Nikolas? Your business partner?” Andria gasped.
    Hanna stood at the door opening and closing her mouth.
    “Is there another bloody Nikolas you know of?” Atreus shouted, slamming his hand on the table.
    Before Andria had a chance to respond Atreus had gathered himself. He looked up at Dios and then at Hanna.  
    “Take him, please.”  
    She scurried to obey his order.
    “If I lay eyes on Nikolas and Serene, I will kill both of them with my bare hands,” he said calmly before rising from his seat.
    “Don’t be ridiculous, Atreus. You want to spend the rest of your life in jail?” Andria waved her hand around, first toward the elaborate plasterwork that adorned the high ceiling, then toward the antique furniture, then to the sliding doors that led onto the gardens and pool. “Lose everything you have worked for?”
    Atreus took a deep, steadying breath. She was right. Of course she was right. It didn’t matter now what happened to his wife or his traitorous friend. Dios was the most important thing. He slid back into his seat, picturing his son’s face. That was all that mattered.

    *****

    That evening, Onella rang from England. Atreus’s older sister lived in London with her husband William, a high-profile lawyer, and their two darling daughters, who were the spitting image of their mother. Onella’s passion was her line of designer handbags, which had graced the pages of all the hot celebrity style magazines.
    “Let me fetch Atreus for you,” Hanna said upon answering the call. “He’s in the study with your mother.”
    “Mom’s there, too?” asked Onella, a sick feeling radiating through her body.  
    She knew Andria’s presence at the villa was commonplace after the death of their father, but something in Hanna’s tone had Onella convinced that there was more to her mother’s visit than a simple drop-in. And, as if she had spoken her suspicions aloud, it was Andria who came to the phone.
    “Onella! Πώς είσαι ?”  
    Andria’s voice was pleasant but strained.  
    “I’m fine, Mother.”
    “And the girls?”
    “Yes, great. Mama, is everything alright with Atreus?”  
    She waited in stiff silence for the response that did not come.  
    “Mother?”  
    Onella