A second chance with my billionaire husband Novel

Ji Yunya perished at eighteen, descended into Hell, and clawed her way back as a demon incarnate.

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The Ji Family's daughter was celebrated as refined and accomplished—a top socialite whose grace, intelligence, and elegance were beyond reproach. Yet whispers painted a different portrait: a black-hearted devil masquerading in silk.

"You're nothing but a corrupted wench crawled from the depths of Hell," her grandmother's adopted daughter hissed, consumed by jealousy. "Why don't you simply disappear?"

But Ji Yunya had already died once. Having glimpsed Hell itself, she understood the truth: in her previous life, she'd stitched a bridal gown for this very woman. This time around, she would reclaim everything stolen from her and grind her rival into dust without hesitation.

Her biological father harbored darker obsessions still, convinced her very existence was a stain upon his name. "I should have destroyed you at birth," he seethed, unable to stomach her presence.

Ji Yunya's response was ice-cold: she couldn't choose her origins, but she would dictate her destiny. Like a blade driven deep, she would embed herself in their hearts. If her blood ran filthy, what did that make the hands that created her?

Even childhood friends recoiled upon glimpsing her true nature, threatening exposure and institutionalization.

Let them try. The truly intelligent knew when to stay silent—and Ji Yunya had never been one to leave loose ends.

A hypocritical father, a sanctimonious grandmother, a venomous mistress, a foolish sister—all would answer for their transgressions. She would settle every debt, past and present, with methodical precision.

To the world, she was the ultimate achievement: a celebrated socialite, a scholarly prodigy, a beauty without peer, a medical savant. Her performance was flawless. Yet those who despised her knew the reality—she was calculating, merciless, and absolutely unforgiving.

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Yan Song, the mayor's son, commanded every room with effortless authority. Strikingly beautiful and intensely formidable, he embodied every girl's secret fantasy.

Publicly charming, privately razor-sharp and arrogant, he was an enigma wrapped in perfection.

A candid basketball court photograph catapulted him to viral fame—the National School Hunk. Desperate fans obsessed over his blurred image, shamelessly calling him theirs.

Then the mysterious idol did the unthinkable: he opened a public account.

——I'm engaged. My fiancée is my childhood sweetheart, so stop. She owns that title, and if you disrespect her, you disrespect me. And trust me, you don't want that.

Fans wailed in protest. How could their idol already belong to someone? And so completely devoted—it was dangerously possessive.

Ji Yunya's response was equally chilling: Yes, I am domineering. If you claim me, you must be pristine—body, soul, reputation, everything. A single stray thread and I'll burn it all down.

Yan Song's quiet admission followed: My wife's obsession with purity is beyond saving. But I wouldn't change a thing.

Jiangzhou learned its lesson fast: Master Yan's devotion to his wife was absolute. Cross Lady Yan, and Master Yan would personally teach you the meaning of consequence.

1 vs 1, pure indulgence and worship throughout. Written by someone who understands obsession. If this speaks to you, bookmark it now.