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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 48- Stop blaming me.

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Esme dusted off her clothes with an air of indifference, adjusting her hair as if she had just come from a leisurely walk rather than the chaos that had unfolded moments before. Her movements were slow, calculated, and utterly dismissive of the tension that hung in the room. Without a second thought, she sank onto the sofa, lounging comfortably as if nothing had ever happened.

Across from her, Kai stood rigid, his irritation barely contained. His eyes narrowed as he watched her settle in, her nonchalant attitude only stoking his frustration further. He took a sharp breath, then spoke, his voice laced with barely restrained anger.

"Can you ever..." he began, his tone sharp. "Can you ever make a decision that doesn't involve pulling us into your mess? Can you stop making trouble for once, Madam?"