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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 215- Choice

I wonder if she felt even a fraction of the fear I felt when she grabbed me like that. I wonder if she finally understood who she was dealing with. And you know what happened next, don't you?"

Second Aunt paused for a minute, and an angry expression formed on her face.

"I knew that beast was protecting her. But who would have thought? Fifteen people—yes, fifteen! Count them—fifteen, all involved. But that beast, she won, thanks to it. But you want to know what happened next? Just as she was about to strike the last person and escape, I stepped in front of her. Only one video, just one, was enough to make her feast on pain, to drain her energy away. There I stood, gun in hand. And when she saw that gun, do you know what she did?

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