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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
Classificações insuficientes
110 Chs

[Volume 1] Chapter 61- Plan worked!

Esme sat back on the bed with him, her hands still on his face, as though grounding herself through him. Her fingers, which had once sought to harm, now held him close, her touch soft and unsure. She didn't speak, but Ray could feel the shift in her—an instinct to protect, even though the Beast had nearly driven them both to the brink of destruction.

He breathed deeply, feeling his heartbeat begin to slow as he leaned into her. Whatever storm had passed, they had found a moment of peace, bound together in this strange, quiet aftermath.

On the other side of the room, Diana kept a discreet eye on her watch, her fingers lightly tapping the glass in her hand as she mingled with the guests. Her smile never reached her lips, but it danced in her eyes. One hour had passed, and by now, she was certain her plan was in motion. Esme and Ray must have succumbed to the effects of the flower by now.