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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 210- Dream house

Esme's eyes snapped to her, a flicker of hope piercing through the haze of rage. "What place?" she demanded, her tone laced with impatience. "Quit wasting my time, Jenny. Spit it out."

Jenny hesitated, her brow furrowing as she chose her words carefully. "Mother never told anyone about it... but I found out by chance. When Ray's father was still alive, she was obsessed with marrying him. So obsessed that she built him a house—a place he dreamed of, a house he always wanted."

Esme's irritation flared, impatience twisting her features. "And where the hell is this place?" Her voice was sharp, biting. "Stop speaking in riddles, Jenny!"

Jenny sighed, shaking her head, her own frustration creeping into her voice. "I'm not telling you a riddle. I don't know where it is. If I knew, I would've torn that place apart by now, searching for answers myself."