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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 · ファンタジー
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366 Chs

[ Volume 1] Chaper 218- Lets play.

But her words fell on deaf ears. His gaze darkened, resolve hardening as he raised the gun again. His jaw clenched, and a surge of adrenaline fueled him as he prepared to pull the trigger, to end this betrayal once and for all.

Bang!

A sudden, sharp crack split the air, but this time, it didn't come from his gun. He barely felt the impact as a bullet tore through his skull from behind, shattering his thoughts mid-breath. His world spun, his knees buckling as he crumpled to the ground beside his wife, the earth cold beneath him. Blood seeped from the wound, staining the grass, mingling with hers in a macabre union.

The man's vision blurred, his breaths shallow and labored as he fought to hold on to consciousness for just a moment longer. He struggled to lift his head, the faint outlines of figures looming above him blending with the hazy dusk. And then he saw it—the figure who had shot him, standing over him, watching with a chilling, calculated gaze.