Bird_Of_Paradise

“I’ll agree to this—but only if you stay out of my business.”
“You have a deal,” the man chuckled, raising his hands in mock surrender, his husky voice dripping with amusement.
“But,” he added, stepping closer, his breath brushing against her ear, “you’ll have to agree to my conditions, too.”
“I said I’d agree, didn’t I?” Sherry replied coolly. Her expression didn’t waver as she grabbed his collar and pulled him down to her eye level.
“Mr. Smith,” she whispered, matching his tone with a quiet fierceness.
Hah… This woman is going to drive me insane, Levian thought, already realizing this would be far from easy.
~~~
On her wedding day, Sherry is poisoned by her best friend. Her fiancé? At the hospital, he was celebrating the birth of his child with someone else.
But fate rewinds the clock.
Waking up a day before her death, Sherry has one goal: uncover the truth and take back control. However, as the secrets unravel, she realizes the betrayal runs deeper than she imagined. That's when the rumored Levian Smith makes her an offer:
“Marry me, and I’ll stake my very soul for you.”
Now, she must choose—revenge or redemption?

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

When they walked out of the hall, Sherry spotted Andreas leaning against a tree, smoking lazily. The moment the guests began exiting, he flicked the butt to the ground and crushed it beneath his heel before casually walking up to the first couple. 


“Have a safe trip back to your villa, Mr.Aeloria,” he said with a polite nod to the man rushing out with his wife clinging to his arm. 


Aeloria didn’t respond. He slipped into the car without a word, and the bodyguard assigned to him started the engine, speeding off into the night. 


Andreas turned to the couple approaching him. “I hope you had an amazing night, High Chancellor Jorik Valrmon,” he smiled, extending his hand towards Levian. 


Levian took it and gave it a firm shake. “It’s all thanks to your preparation.” 


His brows lifted slightly when he felt something rigid pressed between their palms, rigid and metallic. 


The Chase Begins!