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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.

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[ Volume 1] Chaper 281- Alex or Oscar

Another reporter, emboldened by the confrontation, stepped in. "Miss Esmé—" he faltered, correcting himself. "Or should we call you Miss Rose? Isn't it true that you pretended to be the rightful heir of the Valhalle family?"

Esmé's gaze locked onto him, and the room seemed to grow colder. "Oh, really?" she said, her tone laced with mockery. "Perhaps you've forgotten, Mr. Reporter, but let me remind you—I am the rightful heir. The daughter of Richa Valhalle and Oscar Reingard. Their eldest daughter. Their only heir."

The declaration struck like lightning, rendering the room speechless. But one reporter, unable to hold back, stammered, "But… the DNA… your blood doesn't match Mrs. Valhalle's records."

Esmé arched an eyebrow, her smirk widening as if she'd been waiting for this. "Oh, my," she said with exaggerated pity, shaking her head. "And here I thought reporters were supposed to be clever."