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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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318 Chs

[Volume 1] Chapter 117- Quietest one..

The cryptic riddle wrapped itself around her mind, its implications heavy with threat and promise. To anyone else, it might appear to be a cautionary note, perhaps even an ally reaching out in secrecy. But for Second Aunt, the words held a weight far more personal.

She recognized the significance of the lion metaphor embedded within the message. It was a warning, one that resonated deeply with her. The lion, a symbol of strength and dominance, represented the family she thought she had tamed.

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On the other side of the estate, in her quiet office, Esme sat comfortably in her chair, a sly smirk playing on her lips. The room was bathed in soft light, and the air was thick with the scent of old books and parchment. Across from her, Helga raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued by the mischievous gleam in Esme's eyes.