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?
Aysel cleared her throat. "I can't imagine that, indeed. I guess this is alright."
[Of course it is, Host. You will soon realize that it's more than alright,] the system chirped. If only the Host knew how lucky she is.
But anyway, she will soon find out!
Hehe~ Let's see how flabbergasted she will be then.
Aysel shrugged and nodded. She was about to do something when there was a knock on her door. Mia and Victoria entered after receiving her permission.
They were carrying trays of delicious meals, and she could see the large beef on top, and her room instantly became filled with the delicious aroma of it.
However, that wasn't what caught Aysel's attention. Instead, it was the information that made her head turn with surprise. Above each of the two girls' heads was a pale square window displaying lines of information:
[(Goodness Ratio)]
[(NAME: MIA KNOWLES)]
[(AGE: 22)]
[(AFFECTION LEVEL: 90%)]
[(See more...)]