"I agree to this but that's as long as you do not poke your nose in what I do."
"You have the deal!" The man chuckled in his husky voice while raising his hands in a surrender gesture.
"But You need to agree to my side of conditions too." He stepped forward and whispered in her ears, his hot breath tickling them, yet she did not waver one bit from where she was.
"I did say I will agree, didn't I?" Sherry maintained a calm and composed look on her face as she confronted him head on. She placed her hands on his collar and pulled him forward until they were at the same eye level.
"Mr. Smith!" She whispered in a low voice like how he had done before. 
'Hah...This woman is really good at driving me nuts...' Levian knew this was going to be a challenge for him.
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Sherry was a bright child that everyone loved. Her foster parents her step siblings and her friends.  Everyone loved her and spoilt her. But she dies on the day of her marriage just as she was about to get her makeup done.
A disease?? No??
On that very day her fiance is at hospital but not for her but because he is about to be daddy......
Sherry unknown to all this except the fact she was poisoned by her bridesmaid  rebirths a day before her marriage.
 In this life she takes different options  but then ugly truth about everything starts to surface.
What would she do when she realizes everything was fake??
And a mysterious man appears out of nowhere and says as long as she marries him he would even wipe out whole of the city that made a fool out of her.
Is he trustworthy??
Who is he??
Why is he so cold to her but warm at same time??

Reborn For Revenge: Mr. Smith Can You Handle it?

“I guess you can not have everything in one single person,” Sherry sighed as she wiped her hair with the towel. “No wonder people say no one is perfect.” 


Sherry opened her mouth to continue her monologue but her eyes had somehow gained a new alertness to it. 


Her ears twitched slightly as she focused her attention on the chillingly stagnant silence inside her house. 


She was not a trained professional or anything of that sort, but as a doctor, she had trained herself to notice even the slightest change in her surrounding. 


She did not want to risk the life of any patient in any of her surgery, hence, she could pick up the fluctuations in her patient’s vitals even before anyone could notice it. It had influenced her daily life too. 


Although it was not loud enough, Sherry could pick up the sound of suppressed footsteps. 


‘Didn’t that man say he was going to wait for me in the parking lot?’ 


The Devil From Hell