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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 · Fantasia
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355 Chs

[ Volume 1] Chaper 173- unspoken truth.

Hearing Ray's comment, Esme paused in her actions, her hand still for a moment before she calmly reached for the coffee powder sitting nearby. She took a measured scoop, placing it into her cup, and then, with a faint smile, said, "I like my coffee with milk."

Ray froze for a second, the memory suddenly coming back to him. He had completely forgotten.

Back when Esme had just signed the contract, and they were all preparing to act like a picture-perfect couple, Esme, Ray, and the Aron brothers had agreed to memorize each other's likes and dislikes. It was part of the deal—an effort to avoid any slip-ups that might expose their façade.

Esme had even written out a list, detailing each preference meticulously. One thing was crystal clear on that list: Esme loved her coffee with just milk, no water.

As the memory settled in, Ray felt a wave of guilt wash over him. He looked down, avoiding her eyes.