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?
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"Are you deaf, June?"
Under that cold authoritative gaze and icy tone, the driver had no choice but to park the car at the side.
Daisy called out, biting her cherry lips as she realized he meant no joke. "Brother, what's up with you? Where are you going now?"
She tried to get out, but a cold glance was all she needed to stay put again.
Meanwhile, Aaron glanced at his assistant. "Take her home."
He flagged a taxi as soon as he was a few meters away from the car, then asked the driver to take him to that estate.
The whole time during the ride, he was as silent as a mouse, his eyes watching the city flash by. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips as his heart drummed with anticipation. He was about to meet her.
His hands tightened into fists, a wave of regret crashing over him like a tumultuous wave, pressing him down so much that his eyes turned red.