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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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359 Chs

[Volume 1] Chapter 43- Again?.

Knock, knock

The soft yet persistent sound came from the office door. Esme, deep in work, paused, irritation flickering across her face. She couldn't believe it. When she had been the CEO of Valhalla Group, no one would have dared to disturb her while she worked. But ever since marrying these idiotic brothers, anyone seemed to think they could barge in and interrupt her whenever they pleased.

Taking a deep breath, she forced a smile onto her face. "Come in," she said, her voice calm despite her inner frustration.

The door creaked open, and the same mer from earlier stepped inside. He greeted her with a polite nod. "Second madam asked me to bring you this tea."

Esme's smile deepened, but inside, she was already weary of the act. Oh, how thoughtful, she mused bitterly. A cup of tea. How quaint.