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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 220- Procline doll.

Her laughter rang out, echoing around them, almost drowning the sound of the music. "Where could you possibly run to?" Her expression twisted into one of disdain. "Look at you. Even if I let you free your hands, I can easily bind your feet." She gestured toward the bed, where a heavy chain glinted ominously in the soft light.

Without waiting for a reply, she moved swiftly, her hands deftly untying the ropes binding his wrists. As the last knot fell away, Ray felt a surge of relief, but it was short-lived. Before he could move, she seized his ankles, a wicked smile dancing on her lips as she shackled his legs with the cold metal chain. The weight of it sank into him, a heavy reminder of his new reality.

"See?" she said, stepping back to admire her handiwork. "A cripple can't escape. You might as well accept your fate." She crossed her arms, leaning against the doorframe, the embodiment of triumph.