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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 223- Kill her .

She moved toward him, her steps quiet but deliberate, her gaze filled with a mixture of anger and concern that only deepened as she closed the distance between them.

She reached out, her fingertips brushing along the bruised mark on his face. The touch was gentle, almost hesitant, as if she feared causing him more pain. Yet her voice was steady, laced with a restrained fury, but not directed at him.

"Did she…?" Esme's voice was a whisper, but Ray could hear the tremor in it, the barely contained rage that simmered beneath. He nodded, his face still and unreadable, though his eyes flickered with a vulnerability he rarely showed.

Esme's fingers traced the bruise delicately, and then her touch turned firm as she held his face in her hands, searching his gaze. "I'm sorry," she murmured, her voice thick with emotion, "you should never have had to endure this."