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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 324- Kneel down.

Without thinking, Esme grabbed the door handle, throwing it open. The rush of cold air hit her hard, but she didn't care. She stepped out quickly, her voice spilling out before she even realized she was speaking.

"Ray? Honey, what are you doing out here?"

Her words trembled, laced with confusion and concern. She moved closer to him, her eyes scanning his face, though the hood still hid most of it. The silence between them was deafening.

He didn't answer. His hand, now resting lightly on the car, stayed still, and his eyes never left hers. The weight of his silence felt suffocating, and for a moment, she thought she saw something flicker in his gaze—something unspoken, something heavy.

"Ray?" she said again, softer this time, her tone pleading. "Are you okay? Talk to me."

But still, no response. Just the quiet night and the steady rise and fall of her breath as she stood there, waiting for him to speak, to move, to give her anything.