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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
Classificações insuficientes
355 Chs

[ Volume 1] Chaper 322- Useless Talking

The old man watched the scene unfold on the screen, his eyes burning with a dark, twisted satisfaction. His hands clenched into fists as the flames of anger inside him flickered higher. Every moment, every word, every glance from Esme and those brothers, it all fed his rage. They would regret everything. They would feel the pain he'd suffered—the unbearable sting of loss that had robbed him of his daughter. When Ray died, the joy was a bitter, hollow thrill. But it wasn't enough. No. Esme was still alive. She was still breathing. And she, along with those brothers, would pay. His mind twisted with vengeance. He wanted them broken, shattered—living a life worse than death. A life where every breath they took was a plea for an end. Only then would he be satisfied.