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?

Sherry inserted the key into the lock and twisted it. With a loud click, the lock opened. 


Inside, the two people huddled together froze at the sound of approaching footsteps. They scrambled to hide themselves in the shadows. 


Sherry crouched a few centimeters away from them and gently tapped one of them on the shoulder. 


 “Uncle,” she whispered. “Aunt.” 


The man on the ground trembled. He abruptly raised his head and stared at the figure in front of him. He could barely make out her silhouette in the dim light of the basement. 


“Sh–Sherry?” he croaked, his voice dry and cracked. 


“Yes,” Sherry replied softly. “It’s me. I’m Sherry.” 


“Sherry?” It was her aunt this time. “Sherry Lona?” She raised her head and crawled forward, reaching out to touch the girl before her. 


It wasn’t an illusion. It really was her, alive, in the flesh. 


“Sherry… Sherry… Did you come to save us?” the aunt sobbed, clutching her tightly. “Please, child… take us away from this hell.” 


The Encounter With The Superior