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?
Overnight Changes
"Mommy, Daddy!" Daisy called again, her voice ringing through the hallways.
She stopped in front of her parents' door and, without hesitation, without knocking, she kicked the door open, revealing the two people deep in a passionate moment.
A hint of disgust flashed in her eyes.
What the heck are they doing in a friggin sunny afternoon?!
Do they know what was happening to her right now?!
But here they were, entwined with each other, sweating like they'd just run kilometers up a mountain, enjoying themselves like a couple on a honeymoon.
Her presence obviously disrupted their actions, as both hurriedly gathered the blanket to cover their sweaty, naked bodies.
But the room reeking of that smell made Daisy even angrier.
Vaughn was, of course, angry too, as shown by his dark brows locking into a tight frown, his lips pressed into a thin cold line as he assessed his daughter.