Milton Berle: An Autobiography

Mike Williams , a powerful heir of a multi- billion enterprise , fakes being broke and becomes a beggar. In the tide of time, he becomes a live-in son-in-law of the Elliot's , a wealthy family . Known as a beggar, he's faced with the worst treatments while his wife, Annabelle, is made a permanent villain in the home. But what happens when they discover the one nicknamed "Mr Beggar" isn't a beggar like they thought? Will he save the family's business? Or will he avenge every humiliation he suffered with his wife? What is the fate of a marriage that started without a trace of love?

On the eve of their wedding, Miriam accidentally discovered that her boyfriend of three years had cheated on her with his cousin, so she set fire to their home, turned around and married her boyfriend's brother. She originally thought her husband was a down-and-out son who was not popular in the family, but he turned out to be a billionaire with a fortune of billions, who helped Miriam deal with the people who used to bully her, and even spoiled Miriam to the sky. Just ...... originally said that they were going to play along, but as a result the man's eyes looked at Miriam more and more out of place, scaring her back, "Mr Kent, I think the original intention of this marriage of ours has gone off the rails, and I ask that we get back on the right track!" The man handsomely unbuttoned his shirt and stripped Miriam naked. "Baby, stop talking in your sleep and come over to your husband's side."

After reuniting with my birth family, my wealthy biological father tossed me a black card and laid down one rule: I could spend as much as I wanted, but I was never to call him Dad—that title belonged only to his adoptive daughter. Clutching the black card, I cautiously bought myself a two-dollar-fifty ice cream cone. Just as I was happily licking the sweet ice cream, the adoptive daughter dropped to her knees before me. "Alice, are you mocking me because I can't even afford something that costs two-fifty in the future?" My brother immediately slapped me twice. "You have money now, but you can't split love. Natalie is my one and only sister!" Then my father splashed boiling water onto my face. "No disgraceful wretch deserves to be a Gervais." To punish me, they sent me off to Rimala, forced to work as a child laborer in the mines. Ten years later, I walked into a grand banquet hall with an ice cream in hand and came face-to-face with my brother, Ansel Gervais, dressed in a hand-tailored suit. "All these years and you're still a disgrace," he sneered, but I couldn't be bothered to argue. "Let go. My dad's waiting for me—and if I'm any later, the ice cream's going to melt." He looked down at me with contempt. "Dad? Who gave you permission to call him that? Natalie will forever be the only Gervais girl—no one can take that away from her!" I rolled my eyes. Who said I was talking about that cheap excuse for a father? I was talking about my adoptive father—the oil tycoon with an incurable sweet tooth. I was in a hurry to let him taste some ice cream.

I was a semi-retired actress, joining a divorce reality show with my billionaire husband. "I want a divorce." Facing the camera, I spoke calmly. Off-camera, Hector Sinclair frowned as he reviewed the scene with me. "You need to show more emotion when you say it. That’s what will get people talking, stir up discussion, and drive the views. "Otherwise, who’s going to believe you really want to divorce me? They’ll just think you’re acting again. “Use your head. I can’t guide you every step of the way." Yeah. To outsiders, I was nothing more than a pretty face—vain, shallow, and talentless. Meanwhile, he was a shrewd and cultured businessman, commanding a fortune worth billion. No one believed I would willingly give up the title of Mrs. Sinclair, not even Hector himself. However, he had no idea that this time, I meant it.

My mom often makes an example out of someone when it comes to parenting. Unfortunately, I'm that someone, while my little brother, Raymond Nelson, benefits from it. Ever since I was four years old, my mom had been using this method. If Raymond breaks a bowl, I'm the one kneeling on the floor to pick up the pieces. If Raymond destroys something belonging to someone else, I'm the one writing the reflection report on his behalf. Mom tells me, "You're the older sister here. Since you can't keep your brother in line, you're the one at fault." But Raymond can never get rid of his bad habit of stealing and lying. When Franklin Harris, the owner of a grocery store, comes knocking on our door, Raymond points at me once again. "She was the one who stole your money!" In order to help Raymond get rid of this problematic habit of his, Mom decides to hand me over to the owner. "Sorry, Franklin. It's my fault for not raising my child well. I'll give my daughter to you. You can do whatever you want to her, be it scolding her or beating her up." Little does she know that I will never go home after Mr. Harris takes me away.

Isabella Millers is an ordinary girl who works as a waitress in a café. However, her life takes a drastic turn when a luxurious sedan owned by a cruel mafia leader in Brooklyn named Marco Vilante crashes into her bicycle on her way home from work. Isabella is forced to be involved in Marco's dangerous life because he falls in love with her and becomes obsessed with her. Pressure and fear haunt Isabella's life ever since. Will she be able to face the consequences of being involved with a cruel and obsessive mafia man?