How Many Books Did Milton Friedman Publish In His Lifetime?

Warning: This collection contains explicit adult content, including intense power dynamics, dominance/submission, dubious consent themes in fantasy context, BDSM elements, age-gap scenarios, breeding kink, group play undertones, and graphic sexual situations. All stories feature consenting adults in fictional scenarios. In this scorching anthology, eight ruthless, ultra-wealthy billionaires each claim total ownership over the woman who enters their world—whether through debt, auction, obsession, or sheer predatory desire. Every novella stands alone, delivering a different flavor of erotic heat while threading the addictive "owned by the billionaire" fantasy throughout. Dive into whichever kink calls to you... or devour them all.

Dearest gentle readers, This is NOT YOUR regular BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE. PROCEED WITH CAUTION Jason Rodrigues did not want a wife, he considered women as tools to be used and discarded until he is stuck between obeying his father’s will or losing the company. The rule to him was simple… find a girl, make her a surrogate and have her bear his heir but nothing is ever simple in any love story. Elizabeth turns Jason’s world upside down and leaves him wondering if having a wife is such a terrible idea. <<>> Lucien Rodrigues is a playboy and unlike his brother, he refuses to abide by any rule until he crosses the path of formidable fashion designer, Mara Sinclair. Now he wonders if the player has become the played instead. <<>> Diana Rodrigues wants out of the glamour life. Living under the shadow of both her brothers have not exactly been an easy feat for her and so she escapes to Italy to start her life afresh only she is unaware of the danger that lurks in the form of Dante Russo who will stop at nothing to avenge his brother and wreck havoc on the Rodrigues family. And what better way to begin than defiling their little princess, Diana.

The 7 Gold Lifes are 7 Billionaires who rules America. Aaron Samuel, Sky Locason, Alexander North, Maximillion Cesantio, Luke Hastington, Sebastian Cesborn and lastly the leader, Kenneth Domanco. The work hard to get where they are. They have the money, the looks, the power and they can easily get women. They swore that they will never settle down but slowly one by one they're falling in love. Will they decide to settle down or just fool around? This series consist of 8 books in total. Prologue: Loving Blake Coster BLS #1: The Red String of Fate (Aaron Samuel and Sophia Celastio) BLS #2: Challenging The Billionaire (Sky Locason and Janet Stanmore) BLS #3: Dealing With Trouble (Alexander North and Angelia Selosvone) BLS #4: Stabbed by Rose (Maximillion Cesantio and Rose Hastington) BLS #5: Beautiful Nightmare (Luke Hastington and Hailey Anderson) BLS #6: Locking Her Heart (Sebastian Cesborn and Alexis Sierra) BLS #7: Breaking The Last (Kenneth Domanco and Chloe Regens)

Power. Possession. No mercy. An arrogant billionaire CEO blackmails his reluctant secretary into late-night “overtime,” bending him over the desk and ruthlessly breeding his tight hole until he’s shaking and dripping with cum. Two rival athletes turn hate into raw, aggressive shower sex, slamming into each other until one submits and gets claimed against the tiles. A dangerous mafia don kidnaps his enemy’s son and becomes obsessed with breaking him, knotting him deep and filling him night after night. A strict professor punishes his top student with “extra credit”, spanking, deep-throating, and pounding him senseless across the lecture hall. Best friends cross the ultimate line when one begs for “practice,” only to end up getting railed bareback again and again, stretched wide and addicted to his roommate’s thick cock. Every story explodes with filthy heat: possessive alphas, power imbalance, taboo cravings, enemies-to-lovers, first-time awakenings, breeding, overstimulation, and rough claiming that leaves bodies wrecked and holes leaking. 35 scorching M/M tales. Zero limits. Total surrender. Lock your door, because once you dive in, your hand won’t stop moving.

On the day the SAT scores are released, the reporters track me down, the top scorer of the entire nation, in order to get an interview with me. That's when they find me fishing for a corpse by the river. When the reporters ask me who I'm thankful to the most, my mom, who's allegedly been dead for ten years, makes an appearance. She gets out of the Maybach, looking very high and mighty. "Your dad didn't remarry for ten years, and you've become the top scorer of the nation. As expected, both of you have passed my test." I can only grip my pole while staring at her in confusion. It turns out that ten years ago, Mom's adopted younger brother, Donald Ferguson, suggested to her, "Why don't you fake your death and test your husband's mettle? You should pretend to go bankrupt and jump off a building. If he can stay single for your sake for the next ten years, that should prove that he didn't marry you just for your money." Mom had laughed back then. "When we were still dating, I pretended to be poor for three years. Walter could take five jobs just to put food on the table for me. It's so evident that he loves me to the moon and back. Ten years isn't a problem; heck, he'll definitely remain unmarried for 20 years, or even for the rest of his life!" The fact that I, the top scorer of the nation, am actually the wealthiest woman, Eloise Ferguson's son, gives a huge boost to the shares of her company. The entire nation looks forward to seeing Mom and me hugging each other while bawling at the top of our lungs. Mom looks around her surroundings. "Where's Walter? I'm here to take both of you home with me." "He's dead." The pole in my hands slowly cracks into splinters as I look up at Mom and spit out the answer word by word. "Three years ago, Dad kept working his ass off day and night just to buy the best burial plot for you. That was when he died in this very river."

During the school holidays, I took my daughter to a park. I had barely entered the park entrance with my daughter when a supercar crossed the solid line and rear-ended us. The man who jumped out came storming toward me, furious. "Do you even know how to drive? Do you know how much this car costs? You can't afford it even if you went bankrupt!" I was about to argue back since he was clearly the one breaking traffic rules. But I froze. That car looked painfully familiar. Wasn't that the supercar my mother gave me the first year I took over the Milton Group? Even the license plate was identical. My wife, Hazel Bishop, had told me the engine was broken and that she'd sent it to the dealership for repairs. I met the man's arrogant stare. "Is this car really yours?" He paused, then grinned smugly. "My wife bought it for me. It's limited-edition. Someone like you wouldn't understand. Go call your family and sell your house. You owe me 200 thousand dollars." Sneering, he added, "Don't try anything clever. My wife's the GM of Milton Group. She has serious connections. She'll be here any minute." I let out a cold laugh. So Hazel canceled on our daughter today, not because of a business meeting, but because she was out spending the holiday with her lover and his kid instead.