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The Heiress's Comeback

Being adored by one's parents and hoping to achieve something that could bring them happiness, a child sacrificed their carefree personality and chose the path of books and knowledge at an early age. Without looking back to see how those they thought were their parents were, in truth, only pushing them from behind. Esme, a prodigy from an early age, excelled in everything, unlike her sister, who, though adored by both parents, always lagged behind. Finally, after saving the company from debts and restoring it to its former glory, Esme looked back at her parents in hope of recognition but... "You are not even my daughter, you pathetic fool." "Hehe, Sister, how about I take your fiancé?" "Um, you see, Esme, I love your sister." "Tch, insect, how dare you reject checks whenever I, your mother, asked for money!" Those words lingered in Esme's mind before she lost consciousness and woke up inside a prison. "What are you doing here, Aron?" Esme looked at a handsome young man seated in a wheelchair, gazing at her with amusement. He was her sole business competitor, and now, he was visiting her in prison. "Nothing, just came here for a proposal, Miss Esme..." Let's see what awaits the journey of an heiress who was wrongly accused of being fake, betrayed by her fiancé, and had to seek support from her business rivals.

K1ERA · Fantasy
Not enough ratings
359 Chs

[ Volume 1] Chaper 247-pregnant

Esme shook her head, sighing but nodding in reluctant agreement. She leaned down, attempting to lift Ray's limp form. "You brothers," she muttered under her breath, straining as she shifted his weight. "You're built like bulls and somehow always end up relying on me to haul you around."

Ryan arched an eyebrow at her, a glint of amusement crossing his face. "And remind me, who was it that declared she wanted to marry four husbands, hmm? Take responsibility, Esme, if you're going to go around collecting us," he teased, his voice mockingly serious.

Esme rolled her eyes but didn't argue, instead tightening her grip on Ray and bracing herself for the climb up the stairs. With every step, her muscles burned, and she cursed under her breath, but finally, she managed to get Ray into his bed, gently lowering him onto the mattress. As she straightened, catching her breath, she turned to see Ryan already seated beside Ray, his face focused and unreadable.