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?
Aysel's Impending Death
"Yeah." Apart from watching her step-siblings during their fencing class, Aysel also took a fencing class in high school, and she excelled in it. It was just one of her many talents.
"Humph." Paula harrumphed with a cold look, thoroughly defeated by her daughter-in-law.
However, her prejudice wouldn't disappear—not until Aysel left that dirty industry, for the people from there always haunted her dreams, no matter how good they appeared, for she knew behind that expensive facade of theirs is something bitter, something cold and disgusting.
"Paula..." Lawrence opened his mouth, intending to chide his firecracker daughter-in-law.
"One last thing, Sir!" Paula raised her index finger in request, delight written on her face as she managed to think of something that might falter this little girl before her. "Do you know how to make tea?"
"Tea?" Aysel repeated, sounding a bit taken aback.