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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 307- Killer

Peeking over at the "giant bunny" sleeping beside her, she couldn't help but marvel at how different Ryan looked. The usually cold, serious man who barely cracked a smile had transformed into someone unrecognizable last night. Who would believe me if I told them? she thought, watching him snore softly.

He'd been like the most devoted husband imaginable—letting her do whatever she wanted, even when he was completely drained of strength. She remembered the way he'd kept going, even when his eyes could barely stay open. And the way he had smiled faintly at her, reassuring her that he was fine, even though he was clearly ready to pass out.

Esme sighed, glancing at the window where sunlight poured in. Her gaze shifted to the alarm clock on the bedside table. 11:00 AM?! Her jaw dropped. She vividly recalled the clock showing 4:00 AM the last time she glanced at it, right before they finally called it a night—er, morning.