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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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366 Chs

[ Volume 1] Chaper 179- Hidden Truths

Aron glanced at Esme one last time. He could feel the anger bubbling beneath the surface, threatening to spill over. If he stayed in the room for even a moment longer, he knew he might say or do something he couldn't take back. With a clenched jaw and a heavy heart, he turned sharply on his heel and stormed out of the office, needing space to clear his head.

But Helga remained. Silent and composed, she stood in front of Esme, her eyes unwavering. She didn't need to speak; her presence was enough to fill the room with unspoken questions and emotions. Esme, seated back in her chair, felt the weight of Helga's gaze but refused to meet it at first. Slowly, though, she raised her head, her eyes locking onto Helga's, who watched her like she always did—without judgment, but with an intensity that pierced through the façade Esme had so carefully built.