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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Daisy restrained herself from shaking her head.
"What a fool."
She wondered what Aysel had been injected with that made her so irrationally motivated. Whatever it was, it was only working negatively. Even acting veterans aren't as proud as she is, to talk less of someone like her, at the bottom of the industry.
As they were about to leave, Wendy snapped her fingers, remembering one thing, she then said to Aysel with a cold voice. "Don't leave before Daisy gets done. We need to talk about something."
She still hadn't forgotten how Aysel refused to post the apology she had promised.
When did she becomes so disobedient?
She needed to be put in her place sooner before things get out of hand.
"Really? I'm sorry, but my time is quite precious. You can call or text me, and I'll respond if I'm in the mood," Aysel responded lazily.