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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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296 Chs

[Volume 1] Chapter 59- Esme!

As he knelt beside her, the weight of the situation pressed down on him. The room was filled with an oppressive silence, broken only by Ray's ragged breathing and the faint, painful gasps of Esme. His face was a mask of anguish and resolve, the fear of losing her mingling with his determination to do whatever it took to save her.

Ray's hands hovered over Esme, his mind already calculating the next steps. The urgency was palpable, and he knew that time was of the essence. The task ahead was daunting, but his determination burned brightly. He had to act quickly—every second counted.

Ray's heart raced as he entered the room, driven by a desperate urgency. The faint, trembling voice he'd heard in his mind had been Esme's, repeating "3-0-1" before the connection was lost. Panic surged through him as he searched for any sign of her.