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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] Chapter 95- Helga past.

But the truth had shattered that hope. Helga's heart tightened as she recalled the moment she discovered the truth: her parents had refused to accept her. They had cast her aside, deeming her too sickly to care for, preferring instead to nurture her elder sister. That realization had stung like a fresh wound, and she had left them without a backward glance, a mix of anger and sorrow swirling within her.

Esme continued gently, her tone softening as she sensed Helga's turmoil. "You know that when a divine beast possesses someone, it requires a medium. It's always some kind of accessory, like the bracelet on your wrist."

She gestured to the delicate bracelet adorning Helga's arm, its intricate design shimmering softly under the dim light of the study. Helga's gaze followed Esme's, her fingers unconsciously brushing over the cool metal, a symbol of her bond with the divine beast that had chosen her.