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.
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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?

As they exited the forest, the jeep rolled into a desolate countryside. The road stretched ahead, mostly empty, lined with scattered houses and distant figures. Whenever someone caught sight of the vehicle, they turned away or retreated in haste. 


A middle-aged woman stepped forward to cross the road. Sherry instinctively slowed down, but the woman froze when she saw the vehicle. Clutching her child tightly, she backed away with a fearful look and vanished behind a fence. 


Sherry frowned. “Why do they look so afraid of us?” 


“They probably think we’re from the military,” Levian replied, eyes scanning the surroundings. She gave a small nod. That more or less explained it. 


When they’d first arrived at Udyous, the people at the port hadn’t welcomed Stephan or his men exactly. 


“The location Andreas gave us is just a few kilometers ahead,” Levian added, leaning back. They didn’t have time to concern themselves with the country’s internal affairs. 


The Basement