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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 · Fantaisie
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359 Chs

[ Volume 1] Chaper 188-Too precious

Helga nodded slowly, her face calm, but Aron could see the storm of emotion beneath her composed exterior. "You heard me," she said quietly, almost as if she was speaking to herself, her gaze distant. "I never told Esme about you, or about anything that happened. I never mentioned the garden, or the boy I used to talk to there." She paused, her words hanging in the air between them, heavy with the weight of her confession. "I didn't even know you were a boy at first."

Aron was silent, his mind racing to catch up with what she was saying. The garden... the boy... the memories. His heart pounded in his chest as fragments of long-buried memories began to stir, the faint echoes of conversations from a forgotten time resurfacing in his mind.