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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 146 - Aron is in pain!

Aron stood slightly apart from the group, his gaze flitting between Ray and Ryan as they animatedly conversed with Jay. The afternoon sun cast warm rays across the yard, but despite the pleasant atmosphere, an unsettling sensation began to creep over him. It started as a mere tickle, a faint whisper against his skin, but it quickly escalated into a maddening itch that consumed his focus.

Frowning, he rubbed his hands together, desperately trying to relieve the discomfort. With each frantic scrub, however, his palms only grew redder, fiery welts emerging like angry reminders of an invisible menace. A sharp, stinging pain shot through his hands, and he could feel the heat radiating from his skin.

"Ack!" he groaned, frustration lacing his voice. He threw back his head and scratched at his scalp, hoping to distract himself from the mounting irritation.