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?
She died.
She swayed unsteadily as she reached the last staircase and almost hit the railing.
"16 seconds left."
There was a sense of urgency in her steps as the world became insanely clear before her, hope burning in her mind like fire sent down from heaven.
She had never thought Nathaniel's room was too far until now, where it was the room at the farthest corner of the second floor.
"7 seconds left."
She wobbled and finally reached his door, flinging it open with all her might. Her chest heaved, ragged breaths spilling out of her parted, bloodless lips and nose as she eyed the man confined to the space of his bed.
She felt insanely weak all of a sudden, and before she knew it, his figure became dizzy before her eyes, and the world became many
Her body felt as if it had no strength; the countdown in her head was louder than the ringing of a bell.
"3 seconds left."