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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 · Fantasi
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359 Chs

[ Volume 1] Chaper 172- Hidden Tensions

Now, standing before Esme, with the poison formula in his hands, he knew what had to be done. His mind was clear, perhaps for the first time in years. This woman, his second aunt, had haunted their lives long enough. If this poison was the answer, then so be it. What did it matter if it killed her? Perhaps this was the only way to end the nightmare once and for all. Without further hesitation, he set to work, crafting the poison Esme had given him, his heart steeled against any doubts.

It was the right solution.

"Because I trusted her!" Jay snapped, cutting him off. His voice was sharper than before, frustration of his own finally bubbling to the surface. "I didn't question it because I trusted her, okay? Esme has always been ten steps ahead of us. I thought she had her reasons."

Esme, watching the exchange with her usual composed expression, finally stepped forward. "Exactly," she said smoothly. "I always have my reasons."