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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
Peringkat tidak cukup
359 Chs

[ Volume 1] Chaper 260- substitute

Esme sat on the ground, dazed, her breaths shallow, fingers pressed against her temples as she struggled to steady herself. The room spun, Cain's face and Ray's words swirling in her mind like a haunting echo. She stared at the floor, feeling the burn of her own tears, the clash of past love and present heartbreak tearing through her in waves.

Ray's face was a mask of heartbreak, his eyes wide and hollow as he watched Esme on the floor, her tears spilling freely. A wave of panic surged through him, tightening his chest, making it hard to breathe. This woman—his world, his everything—was she holding onto him with a heart still tethered to the ghost of someone else?

In that terrible moment, a cascade of questions spiraled through him. Was I just a stand-in for someone she loved more? Am I here only because of the child? The thoughts were knives, cutting deeper with each one. His vision blurred, not with fury but with anguish, and he could feel himself unraveling.