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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
359 Chs

[Volume 1] Chapter 74- Attacked.

The tension in the room hung thick as Esme's smile faded, replaced by a steely determination. The elders exchanged frantic looks, their bravado crumbling under her unwavering gaze.

"Now," she continued, her voice low and measured, "let's discuss your disrespect. You think you can insult my family without consequences?" She took a step closer, the broken piece of vass still held firmly in her grip, a silent threat.

One elder, trembling, stuttered, "We— we were just speaking out of concern for tradition—"

"Concern?" Esme interrupted sharply. "Your concern is nothing but a mask for your contempt. You don't care about tradition; you care about power. And you're afraid of losing it to people like my family."

Their expressions shifted, fear mixing with indignation, but they dared not speak. Esme took another step forward, the piece of wood now resting on the table, a reminder of her earlier threat.