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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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373 Chs

[Volume 1] Chapter 51- Dianan comes..

The days passed in a rhythmic blur, and Esme returned to her routine. The Aron brothers went back to their work, and everything seemed almost too normal. But Esme knew better. There was a certain stillness, an ominous calm that hung over her like a shadow waiting to pounce. She could feel it creeping closer, and deep down, she knew something was coming.

Four days later, Esme was seated in her office, the familiar hum of her workspace lulling her into a state of concentration. She was scanning a document when the phone on her desk rang abruptly. The sharp tone cut through the air, drawing her attention. She glanced at the caller ID. Ismail.

Esme reached for the phone, her fingers moving gracefully as she lifted the receiver to her ear. "Yes?" Her voice was composed, as always.

"President," Ismail began, his tone careful, "the Valhalla Group CEO is here to meet with you."