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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 239- Selfless not possible

. "Perhaps," he said, with a softness that bordered on condescension, "I am not that important, after all." His tone was feather-light, his smile the polished kind perfected by those who wore false humility like a second skin.

Esme's own smile widened in return, but her thoughts were like a storm, and the polite curve of her lips hid something altogether darker.

Every instinct screamed at her, an instinct she now realized had begun the moment she'd entered the room and set eyes on him. It was as if his mask had sparked her own memories to life, memories of deceit cloaked in affection.

She'd seen this act before, long ago, from those who'd pretended to care for her—her stepfather, the man who'd married into her family, playing the devoted parent all those years. Beneath his caring gestures and honeyed words had been the same undercurrent she sensed now, an almost uncanny familiarity in the way this old man held himself.