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?
He Is So Hard
She looked through his wardrobes, and couldn't help but click her tongue with clear distaste. She grumble, "So much black, what the heck."
Everything was just black, with no other color, which annoyed her.
Since she couldn't find the color she was looking for, she decided to look for styles instead, and to her utter relief, he was at least fashionable enough to have all sorts of designs in his wardrobe.
After musing about it for a while, her hand finally picked one. It was a long-sleeved V-neck shirt. She could already imagine how he would look in it—so dashing and handsome, and so sexy as it would highlight the contours of his body.
She also grabbed a pair of pants.
She was ready to shut the closet when she heard his soft voice. "The underwear?"
"Huh?" Aysel stiffened. She had totally forgotten!
So she pulled open the closet again and grabbed one.