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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
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359 Chs

[ Volume 1] Chaper 271- What's the plan?

Ray, still lying motionless on the bed, had been pretending to be in a coma-like state. He'd been sprawled there dramatically, his face a picture of exhaustion, one arm thrown across his forehead. But the moment he heard the sound of food being unveiled, his eyes snapped open. He blinked once, twice, before pushing himself up with surprising speed, his back straightening as he swung his legs over the side of the bed.

"You," Ray said with exaggerated slowness, as if he were waking from the deepest slumber, "you only care about food, huh?" His voice was a groggy growl, a perfect mix of sarcasm and drowsy humor.

He wiped his face lazily with the back of his hand, still half-dazed. But as his fingers brushed against his skin, he caught sight of the powder smeared across his face, his cheeks now glowing a bright, rosy hue. The action of wiping only made his face look even more ridiculous, like someone who'd just been caught in the middle of a powdered sugar storm.