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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 · Fantasie
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248 Chs

[ Volume 1] Chaper 190-Oh! I am sorry.

The one who smiled without meaning it, who walked through life like a shell of the person she used to be. A soulless structure, going through the motions but never truly living. That thought, that haunting image of her, was what had driven him to this edge.

But now, as Helga's words rang in his ears, he realized that maybe he had been trying too hard to find a solution, to fix things in a way that made sense to him. Maybe all Esme

needed—what she really needed—was for them to just be there, in the background, ready to catch her if she fell, but without smothering her.

Aron's sobs quieted, his breathing coming in shallow gasps as he tried to collect himself. His hand, still pressed to his mouth, trembled as he wiped away the tears that continued to stream down his face. He didn't know how to answer Helga's question. All he knew was that he couldn't lose Esme again—not like before.