Transmigrated With A System: I Became The Billionaire Contracted Wife
After fighting with her boss and vowing never to return, Aysel kept her word. Well, she died while trying to save a girl and was transmigrated into a novel world. In her new life, she is a wealthy heiress and a popular celebrity. This made her excited at the thought that her dream of living like a salted fish was about to come true! However, reality slapped her in the face and pinched her awake. Wealthy heiress? Her bank account is in the negative! She owes money to the bank! Popular celebrity? The entire country hates her! Aysel finally understands the phrase: "Out of the frying pan into the fire." Now, she can’t even live in peace. Well, maybe Heaven isn’t so cruel after all—at least she has a life-saving system! System: Host, you need to harvest points. A lack of points means death! Aysel: What should I do?! System: Marry Young Master Grant. Young Master Grant? The tetraplegic boss who’s also a sadist? System: ...Exactly. Aysel finally realizes what it means to be unloved... But marrying Young Master Grant seems appealing. After all, he can’t do anything, right? Perfect! She just has to wait for him to die, inherit his wealth, and finally become rich! But she’s proven terribly wrong when the man pins her down, his hands roaming over her body, igniting a fire as he meets her gaze and whispers huskily... "I don’t know how to inflict pain, but I know how to make you cry for release." Wait, is he still tetraplegic? Had she... misread?
Brother? I Got None
He feigned a relaxed tone and said to the Uncle. "Hmm, you don't know, do you? Why don't you call my sister and ask? You see, I actually just forgot to bring my other phone, and I don't have her contact on this one."
"So?"
"I said this so you wouldn't regret it! Do I look like someone who would lie? You can search me on the internet; I am Aaron Swift!"
There was silence from the other side. The security guard hesitated.
The young man first gave the impression of a noble individual.
Whatever, anyway.
It wouldn't hurt to check him up.
Uncle Security Guard typed in the name he was given; this was the only way to know whether Aaron was telling the truth or not.
There was a load of information, mostly business news involving the name at the top of the page.
He went to the pictures section, and there were many of them. They all looked like that young man.
Obviously, they were the same person.