The Heiress's Comeback-Chapter 305: [ Volume 1] Chaper - Petty revenge.

Esme let out a sound that was somewhere between a scream and a sob, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at his head. "RYAN, I SWEAR TO EVERYTHING HOLY, I WILL—" 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Ryan caught the pillow effortlessly, his grin widening. "Violent tendencies. Another common symptom of suppressing your true desires," he teased, finally allowing a hint of amusement to slip through his tone.

"You..." Esme narrowed her eyes at Ryan, who was still sitting there with that infuriatingly smug grin. The gears in her mind turned rapidly, and then a wicked smile spread across her lips. Without warning, she jumped onto the bed like a lioness pouncing on her prey.

"Violent tendencies, huh?" she said, crawling closer with a glint in her eyes that made Ryan lean back slightly. "Let me show you my real violent tendencies!"

Before Ryan could respond with one of his ever-so-composed remarks, Esme lunged forward and started furiously tickling his stomach.

"W-what are you doing?" Ryan asked, his voice still steady, though his body had gone stiff. "Esme, this is—"

"Payback!" Esme declared, her fingers dancing over his sides with unmatched determination. "Let’s see how composed Doctor Ryan stays now!"

At first, Ryan held his ground, his expression blank as he tried to suppress any reaction. "This is childish," he managed to say, his voice clipped. "I don’t—stop—feel ticklish at all."

But the cracks began to show. A slight twitch in his lips. A faint tremor in his shoulders. And then it happened—a snort. A tiny, completely unintentional snort escaped his lips.

Esme’s eyes lit up like she’d just struck gold. "Oh, so you are ticklish! Gotcha now!" she crowed, doubling down on her attack.

Ryan’s composure shattered like a glass vase falling off a shelf. He burst into laughter, his deep, rumbling voice filling the room as he tried to wiggle away from her relentless fingers. "E-Esme, s-stop!" he gasped between laughs, tears forming in the corners of his eyes. "This... this isn’t fair!"

Esme, victorious, laughed along with him, her own giggles mixing with his uncontrollable laughter. "What’s wrong, Doctor? Can’t handle a little harmless payback?" she teased, grinning like a cat that had caught the canary.

Ryan flopped back onto the bed, panting and still laughing, his cheeks flushed. "Okay, okay, you win!" he finally admitted, holding up his hands in surrender. "You’re... way more violent than I gave you credit for."

Esme sat back, folding her arms smugly. "Darn right I am. Next time you accuse me of weird fantasies or violent tendencies, remember this moment."

Ryan chuckled, wiping his eyes. "Noted. But just so you know," he said, sitting up slightly with a mischievous look, "revenge is a dish best served... ticklish."

Before Esme could process his words, he lunged forward, and the room was once again filled with laughter, yelps, and vows of mutual tickle-based destruction.

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In his room, Aron sat hunched over his desk, an evil grin spreading across his face like a villain in a cheesy soap opera. His shoulders shook as he burst into over-the-top evil laughter.

"Hahaha! Just you see, Esme! Dare to make me write the summary, huh?" His laughter echoed through the room, reaching cartoonishly maniacal levels. He slammed a stack of adult novels onto the desk, their gaudy covers flashing under the lamp. "Let’s see how you like this, oh high-and-mighty Esme!"

Aron snatched a pen like it was a weapon of mass destruction and started scribbling furiously. The more he wrote, the wider his grin grew, and soon, his laughter turned into cackles that would have made any self-respecting supervillain jealous.

"Perfect... perfect!" he muttered, his grin now practically splitting his face. He carefully slipped the letters into

Meanwhile, on the other side of the world in Hawaii, Helga stood on her balcony, the warm night breeze brushing against her skin as she gazed up at the starry sky. Dressed in a simple swimsuit, she sighed dramatically, like the lead actress in a romantic tragedy. "Hah... baby, I miss you," she whispered to no one in particular, her voice dripping with the kind of longing that belonged in a soap opera.

She glanced down at the baby in her arms, her one-year-old son, who was busy chewing on his own fist like it was a gourmet delicacy. She gently grabbed his tiny hands, holding them in hers. "You also miss your father, right?" she asked softly.

The baby looked up at her with wide eyes, paused for a moment as though deep in thought, and then let out a high-pitched giggle, drool cascading down his chin like a miniature waterfall.

Helga’s lips curved into a smile. "Of course you do," she said, laughing softly at his oblivious innocence.

Then, as if to prove how much he truly "missed" his father, the baby suddenly grabbed a fistful of Helga’s hair, yanked it with surprising strength, and promptly stuck it into his mouth.

"Ahh! No! That’s not how we show love!" Helga exclaimed, trying to free her now-soggy hair from his iron grip. The baby giggled even harder, clearly proud of himself.

Helga sighed, wiping her hair with a towel and muttering under her breath. "Yep, just like his father—thinks everything is a game. I really need to stop romanticizing this."

The baby burped loudly in response, his toothless grin lighting up the balcony. Helga shook her head, finally smiling back. "Okay, fine. You win." She kissed his chubby cheeks, looking back up at the stars. "But if your dad thinks I’m raising a comedian alone, he’s got another thing coming."

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As Esme slowly opened her eyes, her vision landed on the serene, almost princely face of the man sleeping beside her. Her sleepy brain jolted awake like it had just downed a shot of espresso. She blinked, wide-eyed, her mind racing to piece together the events of last night.

Her face turned crimson as the memories came flooding back. They had started innocently enough, playing and teasing each other.

But somewhere along the way—who even started it?—things had escalated. And then... oh no. Esme buried her face in her hands for a moment, trying to calm her blushing.