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?
What A Fool
"Just because you got your nose fixed and turned your monkey face into something tolerable doesn't mean everyone else was born as ugly as you. I'm already so perfect that surgery would only blemish my natural beauty—unlike you, Miss Plastic."
Everyone sucked in a sharp breath at her cold, piercing words. She was incredibly brave and arrogant. But with her face, she had the ability to back it up.
Nevertheless, someone being so unabashed about their looks like her was a rarity.
Is this really the same Aysel?
Anabelle's face contorted, turning pale before flushing with humiliation. She gritted her teeth, trying to say something, but all that came out were a few words. "You goddamn bitch."
"You'd make a better bitch than I would. Lol." The most infuriating part of Aysel's words was undoubtedly the casual 'lol' she added, for the mockery increased in folds.