The Heiress's Comeback

Chapter 183: [ Volume 1] Chaper 183- Brother in law

Aron watched in awe, his heart racing. He had never seen anyone, let alone a twelve-year-old girl, fight like this. Esme was fierce, her movements fluid and instinctual, every strike purposeful. She had an innate understanding of how to leverage her smaller size against her larger opponents.

Just then, the remaining guards regrouped, forming a tight circle around her. "Enough of this!" one shouted, trying to intimidate her. "You’re just a kid! You can’t take us all on!"

Esme smirked, a spark of mischief lighting up her eyes. "I’m not just a kid," she retorted, her voice steady and full of defiance. "I’m the one you should be afraid of."

With that, she launched herself forward, diving between the guards to create chaos. She elbowed one in the stomach and kicked another in the shin, all while keeping her watch safe in her grip. The guards were no longer just facing a child; they were facing a whirlwind of unexpected fury.

In the midst of the chaos, one guard attempted to catch her from behind. Esme sensed the movement, and with a graceful flip, she escaped the grasp, landing nimbly on her feet. "You’ll have to do better than that!" she taunted, glancing back at them with a grin.

Aron couldn’t help but feel a rush of admiration. Esme was holding her own against women who were supposed to be trained security. The fight raged on, with Esme darting between them, her laughter ringing out amidst the shouts and grunts of her adversaries.

The guards, increasingly frustrated and desperate, began to lose their coordination. One by one, they fell to her swift strikes, and it became clear that the tide of the fight was turning in Esme’s favor. She was a force of nature, and they were struggling to keep up with her agility and determination.

Finally, with a strategic pivot, Esme found herself facing the last standing guard, who was breathing heavily, beads of sweat glistening on her forehead. "You think you can intimidate me?" Esme asked, her tone light but edged with steel. "This is just getting started."

With a final surge of energy, Esme lunged forward, and with a precise jab, she knocked the guard off balance, sending her crashing to the floor. The room fell silent as the last guard landed beside her comrades, all of them defeated and bewildered.

Esme stood triumphant, a slight smirk on her face as she looked down at the fallen guards. Aron stared in disbelief, a mixture of admiration and concern flooding through him. Esme was fierce, unyielding, and undeniably impressive, and he couldn’t help but feel that whatever was happening was only the beginning of a much larger adventure.

Esme grabbed Aron’s wrist, her grip surprisingly strong for someone so young. "Let’s go, brother-in-law!" she exclaimed, urgency threading through her voice. "If we stay here any longer, I’m going to die faster!" Without waiting for a reply, she tugged him along, their feet pounding against the floor as they rushed from the chaos of the room.

Aron, caught off guard by her enthusiasm, stumbled for a moment before finding his footing. He wasn’t used to running; the close quarters of the mansion had always forced him to move at a leisurely pace. But with Esme leading the charge, a smile broke across his face. This was exhilarating—something new and wild. However, as they hurried through the narrow corridors, he found his energy waning.

Just a few seconds into their frantic dash, his legs betrayed him, and he tripped, hitting the ground with a thud. Esme turned at the sound, her eyes wide with frustration. "Damn it!" she exclaimed, bending down beside him. "Come on, climb up!"

Aron hesitated, embarrassment creeping in. No one had ever spoken to him like that before, and he felt a strange mix of guilt and gratitude. Slowly, he reached out and placed a hand on her back, trembling as he tried to push himself up. With a firm grip, Esme hoisted him to his feet.

"Get on!" she ordered, crouching down slightly to offer her back. Aron complied, feeling an unfamiliar flutter in his chest as he clambered onto her. She tightened her hold around him and sprang back into action, darting through the corridors.

"Remember," she said, breathless but determined, "nothing happened to my watch, or I will really kill you, dear brother-in-law!"

"No, no, the watch is fine!" he gasped, clutching her waist for balance. The weight of his body made it a challenge for her, but Esme powered through, fueled by a mixture of adrenaline and youthful defiance.

Eventually, they burst through the mansion’s doors and into the cool night air. As Esme set him down, Aron bent over, panting heavily. "I can’t believe how tiring that was," she muttered, shaking her head.

Aron looked up at her, trying to catch his breath. "I’m sorry," he managed, his voice strained. "I’m so heavy, so you have to carry me."

Esme rolled her eyes dramatically. "Yeah, yeah, you are too heavy. Please start dieting, brother-in-law," she shot back, her playful tone lightening the moment.

"Fat? Me?" he exclaimed incredulously, shooting her a mock offended look. "You’re the one who’s—"

"I’m not fat!" Esme interrupted, crossing her arms with a pout. "You don’t get to talk about weight when you’re the one weighing me down! Where was that power when we had to run, huh? You fat person! I feel like my back is broken thanks to you!"

A laugh escaped Aron’s lips, surprising both of them. The banter between them felt strange yet comforting, a bond forming in the chaos. "I’m not fat! I’m just...big-boned!" he protested playfully, unable to suppress a grin.

"Big-boned? More like big everything!" Esme teased, her laughter mixing with his. They stood there in the moonlit night, breathing heavily, sharing a moment of levity amid the whirlwind of events. For the first time, Aron felt a sense of camaraderie with her, a connection that went beyond their chaotic escape.