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?
Wrong Catalyst
Wasn't this the catalyst he thought could speed up his grandson and his wife's relationship?
Without being told, he already realized what was going on.
He met Aysel's gaze with an apologetic smile, then ordered the maids to take Susan away.
Soon, everyone disappeared from the room, leaving the trio alone.
Aysel's face was deadpan, her eyes exceptionally clear and serious; she didn't look like her usual soft self at all.
Lawrence felt guilty, as this was partly his fault. He was the one putting everyone in a difficult situation.
"Hmm, Aysel, how is your health? How are you feeling now?"
"I am feeling good, thanks for asking, Grandpa." Her tone was nevertheless cold.
She hated things like this. She hated mistresses—relationship ruiners.
It reminded her of her past life.