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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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366 Chs

[Volume 1] Chapter 84- Cheating?

Jay, always the one with the shortest fuse, practically exploded as soon as he entered the room. "What the hell is going on here?"

The loudness of his voice snapped Esme awake. Disoriented and groggy, her head pounded as she tried to make sense of the scene in front of her. Aron was standing beside her, still looking concerned, while her husbands—Jay, Ray, and Kai—stood there, faces twisted in anger.

Confusion mixed with the throbbing pain in her head. She struggled to keep up with what was happening, but irritation kicked in almost immediately. She was already feeling miserable, and now this?

"What the hell are you shouting about?" she asked, her voice thick with frustration as she pressed a hand to her temple, trying to ease the pain. "Do you seriously think this is the time to start yelling?"