Blurb：
When Lena discovers her cancer diagnosis, she indulges in one reckless act—picking up Julian, a seemingly poor mute college student. Together, they push boundaries with extreme adventures like bungee jumping and skydiving, draining Lena's savings as she awaits death. She secretly plans to donate her heart to Julian's sick mother, but everything shatters when she finds a photo of Julian Evans on the Chief Doctor's desk. Julian isn't poor or mute—he's the billionaire's son playing a cruel game, calling Lena old-fashioned and boring. Devastated, Lena tears up the donation forms and makes a bold demand: join the cancer drug trial only if the Evans family adopts her. As Julian continues his deceptive gifts and invites her skiing with friends, Lena's laughter hides her burning revenge. Will she expose Julian's lies and turn the tables on the wealthy family? Dive into this emotional rollercoaster of betrayal, secrets, and a fight for justice.Content：
My Secret Revenge: The Billionaire's Son Who Played MuteThe day I was diagnosed with cancer, I indulged myself. I picked up a poor, mute college guy.
He was cool and distant, but incredibly adventurous.
To please him, I pushed my body to its absolute limits.
Bungee jumping, car racing, diving, skydiving…
Everything I shouldn't do, I did with him.
My savings quickly dwindled. While waiting to die, I secretly went to the hospital to sign organ donor forms.
I planned to donate my heart to his ailing mother after my death.
But then, on the Chief Doctor’s desk, I saw a photo of him wearing a luxury watch.
The Chief Doctor smiled, “This is my son. A top student. But he loves playing games. Lately, he’s been pretending to be broke and mute as part of some role-playing game.”
“He even said the girl he's been playing with is old-fashioned and boring, and he's ready to find a new playmate.”
I laughed, tears streaming down my face, and tore up the donation forms.
“I’m willing to join the new cancer drug trial, but on one condition.”
“I want your family, the Evans, to adopt me.”
1.
The moment I saw Julian’s photo, I felt like a lightning bolt had struck me.
He leaned languidly against a yacht railing, a luxury watch on his wrist, surrounded by various beautiful women.
One pretty girl snuggled into his arms, wearing a matching watch.
It was the exact same face, yet utterly different from the Julian I knew.
I remembered the Julian who had rubbed his eyes that morning, signing for a good morning kiss.
My temples throbbed as if drills were boring into them, and my vision blurred with pain.
*Ding.*
My phone vibrated.
It was a message from Julian.
“Lena, I handed out flyers for half the morning today and earned thirty bucks. I bought you a bracelet.”
I tapped the picture, and my breath hitched.
I recognized that bracelet.
Last night, I'd accidentally found a velvet gift box in his backpack.
Inside was an exquisite, beautiful four-leaf clover bracelet.
But the identical one on my screen now had chipped plating and a crooked gem.
It was clearly the cheapest knock-off.
So, Julian bought a genuine one worth 50,000, then a thirty-dollar dollar-store trinket.
The dollar-store trinket was for me.
What about the 50,000 one?
Was it for the girl on the yacht?
I suddenly remembered looking at that bracelet a bit too long in a mall display last month.
Julian immediately signed to me:
“I’ll buy it for you when I have money.”
Now he had “bought” it.
I thought of the other gifts I treasured in my tiny apartment’s cabinet.
Faded earrings, a cashmere scarf with loose threads, a bag with an embroidered ‘JY’ tag…
He seemed especially keen on buying me cheap, counterfeit versions of designer brands.
Before, I’d just thought he didn’t recognize those brands.
Now, I realized he was doing it on purpose.
Or even worse, for every genuine item he bought for another girl,
He’d get me, the “old-fashioned and boring” big sister, a cheap, barely-worth-anything junk item.
What a hilarious way to mess with me.
*Ding*, my phone vibrated again.
“Why aren’t you replying? Don’t you like it?”
I slowly typed:
“I like it. Thank you.”
Julian quickly sent another picture, a promotion for a ski resort:
“Let’s go skiing this weekend. They’re having a sale.”
“Oh, and a few of my friends are coming too. You don’t mind, do you, big sis?”
I looked at the so-called sale price: 2000-500099 per person, not including equipment rental.
It was the money I could make from one night of food delivery.
I stared at the screen and suddenly laughed out loud, my eyes burning with tears.
It seemed that in moments of extreme absurdity, people really do want to laugh.
Dr. Evans across from me looked at me strangely.
“Are you alright, dear?”
I put away my phone.
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