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?
Do You Have A Brother?
Everybody looked towards the door, including Aysel, and there she saw a good-looking man with messy brown hair and attractive blue eyes. There was a light smile on his lips, and he was the definition of Prince Charming.
[Thomas Grey.]
Aysel noted the name the moment the system said it. Apparently, this man was probably related to Nathaniel in some way, as he had addressed her as his sister-in-law.
Butler Jones fervently introduced him when he saw her confused look. "Young Mistress, this is Young Master Thomas, the Young Master's friend and also the family doctor."
"Huh?" Aysel was stunned, her mouth parted a little.
No wonder he had asked what she meant earlier. Turns out it was because he was the doctor.
But he looked really young to be a family doctor. Aysel knew not to judge a book by its cover—who knew how capable he was?
But definitely not in this situation.