K1ERA

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.

The Heiress's Comeback

Aaron held up a hand. "Whoa, pump the brakes there, Shakespeare. I'm not here for your bad acting. You wanna call me 'son'? You'd better find someone else to star in that sob story of yours."

The man froze mid-grovel, his expression twitching between rage and forced remorse. He tried again, his voice thick with faux sincerity. "You don't understand… It wasn't me! The servants—they locked you in the basement. I had no idea!"

Aaron's brow shot up, and he let out a low, sarcastic laugh. "Oh, really? The servants? So, what? They just took a vote and decided I needed to be exiled? That's your story? Cute."

The man's smile faltered, but he quickly plastered it back on, his tone now syrupy sweet. "I've missed you every day, my boy. I couldn't eat. I couldn't sleep—"

[ Volume 1] Chaper 352- Relation between us