"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?

“Time to head back,” Sherry murmured as she helped Levian to his feet, her other hand reaching down to gather the scattered documents that Malfoy had left behind. “It’s almost finished,” glancing at the nearly empty IV drip, she added, “You should get a new one.” 


“Sherry…” Levian hesitated as he called her name. 


“Hmm?” Sherry hummed gently and raised her head to look at him. 


 “Let’s go home. I don’t want to stay here any longer.” 


The hospital, with its sterile walls and constant smell of antiseptic, stirred up too many bad memories. He despised it all— the medicines, the doctors, the endless checkups. But if it was so difficult for him, he could only imagine how much worse it was for Sherry–to be constantly reminded of her nightmares. 


“But–” Sherry started to protest. He was weak and needed to rest more. 


You Are No Longer Welcome In My Home!