My Billionaire Boyfriend Went Mad After I Left

My boyfriend of three years had a secret true love: my vicious best friend.

For her, he swallowed my family business whole, froze every cent I had, and crushed my dignity into the dirt.

When my father lay dying from a brain hemorrhage, I begged him for $50,000 to save his life. He refused cold-heartedly. At the exact moment my father died on the operating table, he was busy spending millions on rare jewelry for her.

I didn't show up to our engagement party. Instead, I sent a "gift" that played on the big screen.

That arrogant man went completely insane in front of the whole world.

Three years together, and my boyfriend, Julian Thorne, still acted like a Puritan in bed.

Even in the heat of the moment, he never let me kiss him. He always made me turn my back to him, like looking at my face was some kind of sin.

Today was supposed to be the day I funded the newly established "Vance Charity Foundation." But when I logged into the company account, I was locked out. A notification popped up on the screen: [Vance Industries Acquisition Complete. New Owner: Thorne Group].

I went straight to the top floor of the Thorne Group to get answers.

Maybe it was fate, but the secretary wasn't at her desk. The heavy mahogany doors to the CEO's office were slightly ajar.

I was about to push the door open when I heard a low voice from inside. I froze, my hand hovering in mid-air.

Through the crack, I stared into the office that symbolized the peak of Manhattan's power.

The man who was usually so polite and distant with me—who barely even held my hand—was half-kneeling on the floor. Sitting on his expensive mahogany desk was a woman: Seraphina.

She was wearing a white lace dress, her legs dangling limply in the air, looking completely paralyzed.

Julian was holding her "disabled" feet, carefully massaging her calf muscles. He looked like he was polishing a priceless gem, his eyes full of a pain I had never seen directed at me.

"Seraphina... my angel. It's raining today. Do your legs hurt again?"

Seraphina leaned back weakly, her eyes rimmed with red. Her voice was fragile enough to break a heart.

"A little bit... but it's okay, Julian. As long as I see you succeed, it's worth it even if I never stand up again."

"It's just... I'm so sad I'll never be able to dance ballet again..."

Julian flinched. He lowered his head and kissed those "numb" knees with a sick kind of devotion. His voice dripped with a hatred that chilled me to the bone.

"Don't be afraid. That poisonous woman who ruined your dreams... I'll make her pay."

"Five years ago, Elara was jealous of your talent. She locked you in the bottom of that yacht and set it on fire on purpose. She condemned you to a wheelchair for life. I haven't forgotten that debt of blood for