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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 224- Your choice

"Stop her! Fight her beast! Do not let her leave here alive!" Her shrill voice pierced the air, but her words seemed to falter, lacking the fire they once held.

Esme's gaze narrowed, her eyes flicking towards the fallen Second Aunt. Her lips curved into a chilling smile. Bending down, she picked up a thick, weathered branch lying on the ground, its weight heavy in her hands.

She tested it with a grim satisfaction, a flicker of dark amusement lighting her eyes as she glanced at the Second Aunt, who was now scrambling backward, her face draining of color.

"Oh, no, don't move," Esme murmured, her tone almost mocking, as she closed the distance between them with slow, deliberate steps. The Second Aunt's eyes widened, her mouth opening as if to scream, but before she could, Esme swung the stick, aiming for her hand.

The sickening crunch of bone filled the air, and a scream tore from the Second Aunt's lips as she crumpled forward, clutching her shattered hand.