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?
Troublemaker [edited]
Aysel was ready to check out the two skills she had purchased when her phone rang.
She immediately shot up from her seat, a hint of guilt flashing behind her eyes.
She didn't answer the call immediately but instead went into Nathaniel's room.
He was already dressed by now and was sitting on the bed again.
"Hm, Boss, Aileen asked me to go shopping with her. Can I go?"
"Sure, you can ask the driver to take you."
"Okay!" Aysel beamed and nodded. She was about to leave when he called her back. "Take this."
Aysel followed his gaze, and there on the table was the black card. Her heart leapt in her chest.
Of course, she knew how incredible this card was. She had never seen one before in any of her lifetimes. Even her father in her previous life only had a gold card, which he would boast about frequently.
And here it was—the pinnacle of all those cards—laid right before her.