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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 313- Paint as criminals

Servants gathered discreetly at the edges of the room, their faces full of pity and sympathy for the "grieving widow." Esme's fingers grazed the frame, her movements slow and deliberate, as though lost in an emotional trance.

Her hand glided over Ray's face in the photo, her expression somber. But inside, her thoughts were an entirely different story. Oh my God, my husband looks so cute in this picture. What did I do to deserve someone so adorable? she gushed internally.

Her fingers trembled slightly as she traced the photo, an effect the servants misinterpreted as overwhelming sadness. In truth, Esme's mind was racing with excitement. What should I name the baby? she mused. If it's a boy, something strong but cute. And if it's a girl—oh, it doesn't matter! They're my baby, and I'll love them no matter what!