"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?

[3 days ago, Vincent Troy’s Mansion] 


“W-What? How could this have happened?” Vincent’s mother fell down on her couch when she heard the news. If not for her husband catching her in time, she would have hit her head real bad. 


“Vincent..are you sure the company is really going bankrupt?” A stern-looking man dressed in a tuxedo and formal attire asked Vincent who looked like his entire world had just fallen. 


“Dad,” Vincent looked up at his father. “I did not think my luck was this bad,” he smashed his fist into the cushion next to him. “We have to do something.” Vincent grabbed his head in anger. 


The idea of being poor scared him to death. He had seen people who were dirt poor. They were nothing more than pigs to him. If he could not save the company, he will lose everything. 


Sarah's Trouble-2