My Billionaire Boyfriend Went Mad After I Left

---- Chapter 11 Rain poured down in sheets as a soaked Julian 'Thorne returned to the Long Island manor. Seraphina was still wearing that white engagement dress, pacing anxiously in the living room. Her eyes lit up when she saw him, and she threw herself at him. "Julian! You're finally back! I knew you loved me. Elara left, so what... "Get lost." Julian's voice was colder than the biting wind. He didn't hit her; he just sidestepped in disgust, letting Seraphina lunge into empty air and crash awkwardly onto the carpet.

"Julian..." Seraphina lay on the floor, looking up at the scarlet murderous intent in his eyes. For the first time, she felt abone-deep terror. "Listen to me, about that video..." "Explain?" Julian looked down at her, a cruel curve twisting his lips. "Do you really need to explain? The head of orthopedics at St. Luke's has already confessed everything. Your legs healed three years ago." "since they're healed, why are you still in a wheelchair?" He suddenly bent down, grabbed Seraphina's wrist, and dragged her up from the floor like he was hauling a carcass. "ah!

That hurts!" Seraphina screamed and struggled. "Hurts? You know what pain is?" Julian forced her to stand straight, shoving her in front of the massive floor-to-ceiling mirror. "Look at yourself! Standing perfectly steady in four-inch heels!" ---- "For three years, 1 treated you like fragile porcelain. To accommodate your 'disability,' I didn't even dare raise my voice at you. I tortured the innocent Elara just to vent your anger!" "And the result? You played me for a complete fool!" Seraphina was terrified by the madness in his eyes. She trembled, trying to defend herself. "No...

it's not like that... I did it because 1 love you too much... I was afraid that bitch would steal you away..." "Love?" Julian laughed as if he'd heard the world's biggest joke. " Don't insult the word." He let go of her hand and wiped his fingers with a handkerchief in disgust, as if he had just touched something filthy. "Seraphina, your good days are over." "Ten minutes ago, I notified the board and the legal department.

Thorne Group is ceasing all cooperation with the Blackwood family immediately and launching a hostile takeover of your father's company." Seraphina's head snapped up, her face instantly draining of color. You... you can't do that! I'll go bankrupt!" "Bankrupt?" Julian sneered. "No, it's more than just bankruptcy. I'm going to saddle you with massive debt. I'll make your whole family live worse than stray dogs in New York. This is what you owe Elara." "Guards!" At his command, two burly men walked in. "Throw this Ms. Blackwood out.

From now on, she is not allowed to step one foot on Thorne property. If she dares to show up again, break her legs-this time, make her a real cripple." "Yes, sir!" The bodyguards stepped forward and hauled Seraphina ---- out like a bag of trash. 'As she was dragged to the door, Seraphina knew she was completely finished. Her despair morphed into the most vicious curse. She clawed at the doorframe until her nails broke and bled, turning, back to scream a shrill, hysterical laugh at Julian. "Hahaha! Julian!

Do you think getting revenge on me makes you clean?" "Do you think you're some angel of justice atoning for Elara?" "Dream on!" Seraphina stared into his eyes, every word a dagger to the heart. "T'm the villain. I'm the liar. 1 framed her. But Julian, who handed me the knife?" "Who froze her life-saving money? Who humiliated her on the phone? Who let her father die on the operating table for a measly fifty grand?" "Was it me? No, it was you!" "Julian Thorne, you personally killed her father! You forced her away! "You are the real executioner!

You are the murderer!" Boom- A peal of thunder exploded outside the window. Julian's face went deathly pale. He swayed, nearly falling to his knees. Seraphina was thrown out into the rainstorm, but her venomous laughter still echoed in the empty hall, haunting him like a curse. It was you. Murderer. ---- Julian clutched his chest. His heart seized in agonizing pain, making it impossible to breathe. He wanted to argue, to scream, but not a single sound could escape his throat. Because it was the truth. The bloody truth. Late that night, St. John's Cemetery in Queens.

Rain washed over a freshly erected tombstone. Engraved on it was the name "Oliver Vance," with a photo of the old man smiling kindly. Julian didn't use an umbrella. Wearing his expensive, muddy handmade suit, he knelt heavily before the grave. Ice-cold rain mixed with hot tears slid down the bridge of his nose. "I'm sorry... Dad... I'm sorry..." He pressed his forehead against the cold stone, his voice hoarse and broken. "Iwas wrong... I was blind. I hurt you..." "| chased that poisonous woman away. I bankrupted her family. Please, can you forgive me?" No one answered him.

Only the sound of the rain remained. Julian looked up, his eyes empty and desperate. He fumbled in his pocket and pulled out the velvet collar with the silver bell, gripping it tightly in his palm. "Elara... did you see? I avenged you." "Are you less angry now? If you are, will you come back?" "T know you're hiding from me. I know you're punishing me." "It's okay. Ihave time." He smiled a smile uglier than crying in the rain, a paranoid possessiveness growing wildly in his despair.

---- "Even if 1 have to turn the world upside down, even if I have to chase you into hel "Twill catch you." "You are mine. In this life, and the next, you can only be mine."