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?
Asserting Her Dominance (1)
[Your grandfather-in-law treats you so well, Host!] The system's voice echoed in her mind.
Aysel thought so too, but instead of replying to the butler's question, she simply went ahead and sat on the plush sofa. It was incredibly soft, just like she had imagined.
"No problem, Butler. I'll go with this one. I like it." She turned around and said.
The butler visibly relaxed and smiled at her. "I'm very glad you think it's good," he then gestured with his hand. "Do you want to continue looking around? Maybe you'd like to change something?"
Aysel shook her head. "No, no, I trust Grandpa's choice."
"Okay then, but please inform me if you need anything," he said respectfully, and Aysel nodded to show that she understood.
After the butler left, Aysel looked around the room, sighing to herself about how being wealthy was indeed good.