My Billionaire Boyfriend Went Mad After I Left

---- Chapter 10 Right at this moment, my private jet was cruising smoothly over the Atlantic. I looked out the porthole at the layers of clouds, swirling the sparkling wine in my glass. Meanwhile, thousands of miles away in Manhattan, I knew Julian 'Thorne's nightmare had only just begun. In the CEO's office at the top of the Thorne Building, the air was thin enough to suffocate. "Mr. Thorne, this is the entire truth you commissioned me to investigate." Private Detective Rossi slid a thick black folder in front of Julian, his tone filled with professional coldness.

"Every accusation has a chain of ironclad evidence." "First, regarding Ms. Blackwood's 'paralysis'." Rossi pulled out a stack of bank statements. "Over the past three years, Ms. Blackwood has used an offshore shell company to pay the head of orthopedics at St. Luke's a monthly 'consulting fee' of fifty thousand dollars.

In exchange, the doctor forged all the paralysis diagnoses and rehabilitation records." "In other words, she's been sitting in a wheelchair in front of you for three years, but behind your back, she's been wearing high heels to private parties." *Smash-* Julian crushed the crystal whiskey glass in his hand. Shards of glass pierced his palm, and blood mixed with amber liquor dripped onto the expensive carpet. He didn't feel the pain. He only felt the absurdity of it all.

For this lie, for his so-called "atonement," he had pushed the woman who loved him deeply into the abyss time and time again. ---- "and this." Rossi didn't stop. He opened his laptop and pulled up the backend data. "When our tech team checked your private email server, they found a deeply embedded interception program." "The IP address shows the operator was a hacker hired by Ms. Blackwood." Hundreds of unread emails popped up on the screen, all lying in the " Permanently Deleted" folder. 'The sender was the same name for every single one: Elara Vance.

His hands trembling, Julian clicked on the most recent one. Sent: Three days ago, . The subject line was a few heart-stopping words: **[Please, save my dad.}** "Julian, I know you hate me, but please, for the sake of the last three years, lend me fifty thousand. Dad has a brain hemorrhage and is in the ER. The doctor says they can't operate without the money... I'll kowtow to you. As long as you save him, I'll be your slave for the rest of my life..." Julian's vision blurred instantly. What was he doing three days ago at ?

He was at a Sotheby's auction, dropping twenty million dollars on a blue diamond necklace named "Heart of the Ocean" just to make Seraphina smile. He remembered picking up my call. He remembered sneering at me, mocking me for making up excuses to run away with the money. Then, he had personally hung up the phone, severing my father's only lifeline. "T'm the murderer..." ---- a Julian's tall frame suddenly hunched over. He gripped his hair with both hands, letting out a beast-like whimper of agony. "I killed Oliver...

I forced Elara's only family to his death..." A massive, invisible hand of panic gripped his heart. since I knew the truth, and since my father had died because of him... where would I go? "Get the car! To Brooklyn! Now!" Julian stormed out of the office like a madman. He didn't even grab his coat as he stumbled into the elevator. 'The black Maybach tore through the rainy streets of New York, running eight red lights. Julian stared dead ahead, muttering my name over and over, as if that could warm my heart, which had already turned cold. "Elara, wait for me at home...

Don't go, please don't go... I can explain, I can fix this..." He rushed up to the old apartment building, his hands shaking so badly he couldn't get the key in the lock. Finally, he just kicked the door open. "Blaral" But greeting him was only a deathly silence and the smell of dust. 'The small home that used to be full of life, where I would always leave a light on for him no matter how late he returned, was now terrifyingly empty. The closet doors were wide open; my half was completely bare.

In the bathroom, only his lonely blue toothbrush remained in the cup where our matching pair used to be. ---- 'The Polaroid wall we had filled over three years-us feeding pigeons in Central Park, New Year's Eve in Times Square, cooking noodles in the shabby kitchen-was bare. Even the tape residue had been cleaned off. It was like I had never existed in this world. Like I had never appeared in his life. "No... Nol!" Julian ransacked the place like a lunatic, trying to find even a single note, a single piece of clothing I might have forgotten. But there was nothing.

Thad left cleanly, decisively, leaving no room for return. Until his gaze locked onto the nightstand. 'There lay the only thing left in the entire room. Ablack velvet choker, hanging with a silver bell engraved with the Thorne family crest. Six months ago, when Seraphina hinted that I wasn't "obedient" enough, a drunk Julian had forced it onto me. Back then, he had gripped my chin with a dark look in his eyes and said, "Elara, this is proof of your atonement. As long as you wear this, you are forever my dog." Now, it was the only inheritance I left him.

It was the loudest slap in the face to his so-called "love" of the past, three years 'Trembling, Julian picked up the collar and buried his face in the cold velvet. The faint scent of jasmine-my scent, the one he was most obsessed with-still lingered on it. ---- "ahhhhh-!" A heart-wrenching scream pierced the rainy Brooklyn night. Julian fell to his knees in the empty room, tears of regret mixing with the rain as he soaked the collar in his hands. After a long time, he slowly raised his head. The despair in his eyes was gradually replaced by a terrifying, almost pathological madness.

He took out his phone and dialed a number, his voice hoarse but chillingly grim. "Lock down all airports, docks, and train stations in New York." "Contact our friends at the FBI. Mobilize the entire Thorne family network." "Check Elara Vance's exit records." He gripped the collar so tight his knuckles turned white, looking like he wanted to embed it into his flesh. "Elara, do you think you can escape?" "You came to atone. The debt isn't paid yet.

I don't allow you to die, and I certainly don't allow you to leave." "Even if I have to turn the entire globe upside down, even if I have to chain you up, I will bring you back to my side." "Even if we have to torture each other for the rest of our lives, don't you dare think about getting rid of me." Thirty thousand feet in the air, a sudden chill ran down my spine. Looking out at the pitch-black night, I didn't know that the story I thought was over had only just begun.