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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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Intelligent Woman

"Aiya, I am so damn hungry I could eat a cow," Aysel stifled a yawn, stretching her back, her eyes scanning the bustling environment.

She didn't know why everything suddenly seemed so appealing to her... mmm. Well, this was probably due to the fact that she had achieved her aim.

Another yawn escaped her lips, followed by the loud rumbling of her stomach, resembling that of a lion planning to tear through the jungle.

She patted her flat tummy, looked through her phone, and finally found a restaurant nearby.

She didn't waste time and hurried in, ordering some hamburgers. Like a hungry wolf, she wolfed them down, satisfying her protesting stomach until she felt bloated. It was worth the $20 she had spent on it.

Her heart, however, ached when she saw the pitiful $80 she had left. How was she going to survive through the month with this measly amount?