The Heiress's Comeback
Chapter 85: [Volume 1] - 85- Trap for elders.

Chapter 85: [Volume 1] Chapter 85- Trap for elders.

As the heated exchange continued, Aron, the one at the center of the accusations, stood off to the side. Instead of feeling the anger or guilt the brothers expected, he simply watched with an amused smirk, like a spectator enjoying a particularly dramatic show.

When the argument finally came to an end, leaving Esme and Aron alone in the room, Esme, drained and weary, walked back to her chair and sank into it. She closed her eyes, the exhaustion clear on her face.

Aron, noticing the end of the spectacle, calmly strolled over to the door. He quietly closed it, the soft click barely audible, then turned back toward Esme. His expression remained amused, the smirk still lingering as he slowly made his way back to her side.

As the tension in the room settled, Esme took a deep breath, still feeling the weight of the confrontation. Aron leaned against the desk, arms crossed, a playful smirk on his face.

"Wow, Esme, quite the show you put on there," he said, feigning applause. "If only the Elders could see your performance. They’d be begging for an encore."

Esme shot him a glare, but a small smile tugged at her lips despite herself. "Glad you found it entertaining. I’m just trying to survive here."

"Survive? It looked more like a soap opera to me," Aron teased, stepping closer. "You handled them like a pro. But seriously, are you okay?"

She sighed, shaking her head. "I don’t know how much longer I can keep this up. It feels like I’m fighting a losing battle."

"Hey, don’t sell yourself short. You’re like a warrior princess in all this," he said, his grin widening. "Just without the fancy armor."

Esme rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the smile that broke through. "Thanks, I guess. Any suggestions on how to turn the tides?"

"Let’s turn this drama into a comedy," he suggested, his tone light. "How about we plan a ’family gathering’ and really give them something to talk about? You know, like a circus, but with fewer clowns—unless you count me."

She chuckled, the idea sparking her interest. "What do you have in mind?"

"Let’s brainstorm some outrageous ideas. If they want a show, we’ll give them one they’ll never forget. We can even make it a competition—who can create the most ridiculous rumor about us?" Aron said, clearly enjoying the thought.

"Now that sounds like fun," Esme replied, her spirits lifting. "Let’s see how they handle it when we flip the script."

.....

Last night, Esme settled into her room but found sleep elusive. She eventually wandered out, drawn to the quiet of the guest room. She paused in front of the door, a mix of curiosity and hope swirling within her.

**Knock, knock.**

The door creaked open, and she stepped inside, warmth enveloping her as she took in the sight of him.

"How is it?" she asked, her voice light yet filled with genuine concern. "Are you feeling comfortable?"

He shrugged, a playful pout forming on his lips. "I’d feel more comfortable if your friend was here."

Esme raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Well, you were the one who left her, weren’t you?"

"Come on, I just needed a break! It’s not like I’m divorcing her. I’ll go back when the time is right. Or maybe your friend will come running after me. It always happens," he teased, his tone light but tinged with a hint of vulnerability.

Esme chuckled, nodding knowingly. "Yeah, that does happen."

Suddenly, the playful banter shifted, the atmosphere growing serious as the weight of their conversation settled in. "So, what did you find?" Esme asked, her curiosity igniting the tension. Her own expression turned grave as she awaited his response.

He moved to the edge of the bed, sitting with a deliberate calmness that belied the turmoil in the room. A flicker of fire danced in his eyes as he spoke, "Well, you have quite a few cockroaches in the house."

Esme’s lips curled into a smile, a mix of amusement and exasperation. "Yeah, what can we do? These cockroaches just won’t die, even after I spray pesticides."

Eran chuckled, the tension easing slightly. "Well, now that I’m here, how about we capture those cockroaches together?"

Esme’s eyes sparkled with mischief. "So, how do we do that?"

"Think about it yourself. You see, I don’t like thinking," he said with a half-hearted shrug.

Esme’s lips curled into a playful smile, her eyes dancing with mischief. "I know. And the same goes for your dear wife. After all, she married you without thinking."

Aron shot her a glare, his expression a mix of annoyance and disbelief. "Hey!"

Quickly sensing the shift in mood, Esme raised her hands in mock surrender.

Esme’s eyes glinted with mischief as she leaned in closer. "How about we give some food to those cockroach masters?"

Aron’s expression shifted, surprise flickering across his face before a grin broke through. "How? You mean to lure them out?"

"Exactly! We could set up a little feast and see what they like," she said, her excitement palpable.

Aron chuckled, clearly entertained by the idea. "I can’t believe we’re actually considering this."

"Why not? It could be fun," she replied, a playful spark igniting in her eyes. "Plus, it’s a creative way to deal with them."

As they shared a laugh, the atmosphere lightened, a momentary escape from the seriousness that had briefly enveloped them.

"Alright then, what do we need?" Aron asked, his curiosity piqued.

...

Back to present

"The trap has been set. Now, we just have to wait for the idiots to fall for it," Aron sneered, his expression brimming with confidence.

Esme leaned back in her chair, closing her eyes with a smirk playing on her lips. She could almost taste the satisfaction of their impending failure. "Based on how much I know them, they’ll be here by... tomorrow morning."

A thrill of anticipation coursed through her as she imagined their reactions. The thought of their confusion and frustration was almost too delightful to resist. She opened her eyes, glancing at Aron, their shared excitement creating an electric atmosphere in the room.

"Let’s see how they handle this," she said, her voice laced with playful mischief.