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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] Chapter 127 - her past not present.

Helga's hands clenched into tight fists at her sides, her irritation simmering just beneath the surface as she glared at Aron. "You were the one who changed the dating plan I made for Esme, weren't you?" she demanded, her voice sharp with frustration. Aron, however, didn't seem fazed by her anger. He turned away from her, calm and unbothered, and casually began to sort through his wardrobe.

"Yes," he replied simply, not even sparing her a glance.

Helga's irritation flared hotter at his indifference. With a quick movement, she marched over to him, stepping in front of his path to block his movements, forcing him to turn and face her. The clothes in his hands slipped from his grip, falling to the ground between them.