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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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366 Chs

[Volume 1] Chapter 138 - Made me bad guy.

"Dictate?" he echoed incredulously, raising an eyebrow. "I'm not trying to dictate anything! I'm trying to be a part of this! When you shut me out, it feels like you don't trust me or my brothers. You don't think we're capable of handling it alongside you." His voice softened slightly, revealing the vulnerability behind his anger.

Esme took a step back, her expression flickering as she considered his words. "You really think that's how I feel? That I don't think you can handle it?"

Esme sat behind her desk, the weight of the day pressing down on her like a heavy cloak. The arguments with Jay had become an exhausting routine, a cycle of misunderstandings and misplaced blame that drained her energy and frayed her nerves. The atmosphere in the room was charged, filled with unspoken words and unresolved tension that seemed to hover in the air like a storm cloud, threatening to burst.