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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 206- Ray Kidnapped

Heart pounding against his ribcage, Ray instinctively tugged at the ropes binding him. They wouldn't yield. The silky material felt soft against his skin, yet it held him captive with an unyielding grip, almost taunting him with its deceptive gentleness.

His muscles strained against the restraints, and the friction only served to heighten his frustration. He swallowed hard, forcing himself to stay calm, but anxiety crept up his spine like a cold hand, tightening its grip around his throat.

"Someone..." His voice emerged as a hoarse whisper, the sound foreign to his ears. He cleared his throat, desperation lending urgency to his tone. "Is someone there?"

Silence.

The absence of any reply felt suffocating, pressing down on him like a heavy blanket. Panic flared in his chest as questions spiraled in his mind. Where am I? Who has taken me? And why the hell am I here?