SOME THINGS ARE MEANT TO BE

CHAPTER 64

She dozed off, being too tired. The pain had not allowed her to have a restful sleep. Unknown to her, a huge storm was heading her way.

In the hospital...

Mr. Ralph flung the newspaper away. His daughter’s photo was on the headlines.

What was this? Love triangle within the wealthy, legally wedded wife, mistress, Diego stepping on two boats with one foot, and a rich woman became the third party willingly.

What was more laughable is that there were rumors that he, Timo Ralph, sold his own daughter out to become someone’s mistress for his business.

All rubbish. What sort of crap did these people come up with? He would sue them for slander. Would he really do it? Could he make his stand?

His daughter was obviously someone’s mistress. Now, she was laying in the hospital bed, half-dead.

Diego took over the newspaper somberly. Many paparazzi have been camping outside his company’s entrance, wishing that there was a hidden pet door for them to enter. Such a scandal had also affected his company in the stock market.

All the fingers were pointing at Ruby. In the majority’s mindset, the third part was the accused.

Ostracized, detested, and hated.

“Diego, I trusted you and agreed to your relationship. You said that you will marry my daughter soon to account for our family. Now, should Ruby marry you, how do you expect her to go out and make friends?

“Her reputation has been ruined. Do you know how difficult it is to put things right?”

Mr. Ralph patted his chest frequently as he ranted furiously. He might suffer a heart attack shortly even if he did not have one.

“Uncle, you can be assured that I will handle this properly. Ruby will not be subjected to any grievance, and she will marry me in a grand style.”

The brand-new newspaper was crumpled after Diego put it down. He swore he had his own countermeasures in mind, naturally.

He could not allow his woman to bear this, and of course, he would not allow this rumor to continue.

His eyes darkened as he smiled. Seeing him, one would have thought of the word ‘cruel’.

Mr. Ralph had a sudden weird feeling. If this person was an adversary, those against him would lose and end terribly.

This man was not suited to be a friend. Even worse, an enemy.

It was best not to get too close in contact with this kind.

...

At the Hanson’s villa, a man opened the door sneakily. Before he could step in, someone patted him on the shoulder from behind.

“Ahh...” He nearly shouted. ‘One scared by another will surely die from fright’; this saying was especially true for this man who had crept into another’s home with ill intentions.

The man turned around and faced an ordinary-looking man. It was a wretched face that one would forget after just one look, especially that person who was recoiling from fear right now.

“I-I... I was here...” The man had his back up against the door, smiling, and his eyes were darting in all directions. He seemed to be thinking of a way to wriggle his way of this situation; to be truthful with his intention or to lie?

“Don’t worry. I know what you are up to.” The young man who had pulled him was smiling, making him looked friendly. However, he made him feel that he had an ulterior motive.

He withdrew a thin card as he spoke, patting the other man’s face with it before putting it into his hand. “I know what he wanted. You have accepted his money. Then you should accept mine as well. Be good and listen. I only have one request, don’t go through with it.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he half-squinted his eyes abruptly. While the wretched-looking man held the credit card tightly to himself and nodded his head hard with an understanding look. He wouldn’t dare to go through with it even if he could.

“Good.” The man smiled again. A mild ray of light shone onto his handsome features. He wasn’t just anyone. He was Anton, Diego’s cousin.

Anton pursed his lips as the door closed and rubbed his forehead gently with his fingers.

“I’m sorry, Julianna. This is all I can do to help you. He will resort to any means if he wanted something. You may have escaped this time, but what about next time? I won’t always be around to protect you. All I could do was to minimize your pain. As for the rest, it will have to depend on yourself.

“Cousin, do you know?” Anton looked at a distance and sighed, “Do you know? You are truly the cruelest man I know. How can you be so vicious as to go through with this?

“That is your wife, a woman who had shared your bed with you. Haven’t you had the slightest feelings for her?

“Will you be able to sleep well tonight?”

The night wind kept blowing as Anton turned around once more to look at the cold and cheerless house. If it was possible in Julianna’s world, Diego should cease to exist. The dark, dim light pulled his silhouette longer and longer.

During this time, the wretched-looking man entered the Hanson’s villa. There was no one else but him. He pushed the door open carefully and squinted his eyes at the woman on the bed. He could vaguely tell from the mild lighting that it was an extremely exquisite figure. However, he reached out and touched the credit card in his chest pocket. What a pity.

Only money interested him now. As for the woman, he would have plenty once he has the money. Moreover, this was Diego’s woman. He might come to regret it one day and give him hell.

The whole world knew of his ruthlessness.

He climbed onto the large bed, undressed himself, and peeled off the woman’s clothes at her shoulders. Upon seeing the woman’s cast on her elbow, he paused. S***, did Diego really take him for a beast? He might not have been a good person, but he had his limits. How could he abuse an injured woman?

He was not in the least bit interested, for he was so terrified now that he couldn’t even get an erection. He might have a woman by his side, but it also signified a wave of trouble.

He pulled the blanket over both of them. He would have to wait until the next day.

On the same night, at a different place...

A man dressed in black held a glass of wine. He had one after the other. It was already very late. In the day, he had his company and the Ralph family to deal with. It was tedious for him. He had never felt this tired, and he was the tireless Diego. For the first time, he knew what it meant to be tired.

He had another glass of wine, but the more he drank, the more sane he became.