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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 · 奇幻言情
分數不夠
366 Chs

[ Volume 1] Chaper 306- idiot

The sun was unforgiving, casting a golden hue over the garden as I languished in the lap of luxury—if you could even call it that.

Maids fluttered around me like overzealous butterflies, one fanning me while another adjusted the cushions beneath me as if my comfort was the axis upon which their world spun.

Two more hovered nearby, holding silver platters with fruits, ready to feed me at a moment's notice.

All because of my brilliant plan to fake a pregnancy.

At that time, it seemed foolproof—a quick way out of the mansion, a perfect escape from any royal entanglements.

But instead of freedom, I found myself even more tightly bound.

Not pregnant, not even remotely interested in bearing the emperor's child, but here I was, pampered and protected like I carried the empire's future.

The irony wasn't lost on me.

And the emperor—oh, the emperor—he had bought it.

Completely.

That was the kicker.