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?
Enraged Daisy
Little Aysel has always been the center of attention and attraction since a young age with her impeccable beach.
He remembered a time when they were had gone to the beach, being like a lil elf, she received flowers and crowns from boys their age, drawn by her beauty, and claiming they wanted to be her big brother.
Little Aaron had been angry then, chasing them away, his chest heaving with anger.
How dare they try to steal his precious younger sister from him?
And right in front of him?
Who did they think they were?
Over his dead body.
Little Aysel had stood beside him, taking his hand with a smile as pure as an angel's, her cute little canines showing and she said in a super cute voice. "You know, Brother, you will always be my brother, no one else." Her eyes were pure, and so was her voice, light as the chime of Chinese silver bells in spring.