SOME THINGS ARE MEANT TO BE

CHAPTER 18

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The CEO’s office was located on the eighteenth floor of Hanson’s Enterprise. A woman in a state of nakedness dashed out.

A man with almond-shaped eyes gave a loud whistle. That woman had great assets on her body. There were many big-breasted women in his cousin’s company. Even if he could not touch them, it was still a blessing to be able to see them every day.

He walked into the room with big strides, carrying a stack of documents. He pushed the door open. Anyway, he did not have to bother with knocking because the boss of that place was coincidentally his biological cousin.

“Documents.” He dumped the stack of documents on the table, ignoring the looks that could kill on Diego’s face.

“Anton, don’t you know how to knock?” A cold and hard voice came out of Diego ’s mouth. It was cold enough to kill someone and hard like cement.

“I know. I know. I will remember to knock next time, followed by ‘Mr. CEO, may I come in?’” He reached his hand up and ran his fingers through his hair. Then his expression turned serious with a change of tone. “Brother, is everything alright with you and that woman?”

He sat down. That woman was, of course, Julianna .

“None of your business,” Diego said without looking up.

Anton stopped smiling. “Brother, haven’t you noticed? Ever since Diana died, you have changed. It became more evident after you married Julianna .”

“Did I?” Diego remained buried at work. He did not even bother to look up.

“How could it not be?” Anton grabbed a bunch of his hair. He said his piece on the matter. “Mr. Brother, no one knew what really happened. You can’t just pin it on Julianna and seriously think she was the culprit.” His voice lowered into a whisper as he said it, all because a sharp and chilly look was targeted at him.

And so it goes. Every time he mentioned Diana, his cousin acted as though someone bit him. He’ll keep going at that person until he draws blood to satisfy himself.

Diego opened the drawer and took out a packet of cigarettes. He lit one and put it between his lips. His tone was light but could immensely pressure anyone.

“Anton, this is my final warning to you. Do not say that name in my presence ever again. Otherwise, I will not let you off. It doesn’t matter if you are my cousin.”

With this warning, Anton nodded his head with a firm resolve. He had, in fact, more to say. “Please don’t take things too far. You might regret it once you realize she had nothing to do with that matter. When that day comes, it will be too late for you to repent.”

But he seemed to forget that Diego had always been ruthless. He would never leave his enemy with a way out. Moreover, to the one he hates.

Diego hurled the documents in his hands after putting out the cigarette. Then he picked up his jacket, which was by the side, and walked out. He left a dumbfounded Anton staring at his back.

“Indeed ruthless. Not even a goodbye from him.” Anton pouted and grumbled for a long while.

In the end, he resigned himself from the matter and walked out. It was without a doubt that the place was cold given that his cousin was practically a walking no-fun fridge. He wondered what qualities he had that women found attractive.

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Diego stopped his car and walked into a twenty-four-hour operating bar. There was nothing much going on inside. However, there was a feeling of pressure. The people who patronized the place were all famous socialites. The price there was definitely not economical, either.

“Give me a glass of white rum.” He sat at the side of the bar counter. He ordered his usual drink. There was a man sitting beside him. He had a tall frame and had a transparent wineglass filled with blue wine in his hand.

The wine had an odd color. No one knew what it was called and, from the scent, the alcohol content had to be high.

“Do you know what to do to make a woman feel worse than death?” The man abruptly turned and looked at him. “Do you know how to make her fall so hard that she will never get back to her feet again?”

There was a slight smile on Diego’s thin lips. “You hate her? A woman?”

The man downed his drink in his wineglass. “Yes, I hate her. Her infatuation caused me the love of my life. Which is why I want her to suffer and have a life worse than death.”

“Is that so?” Diego sneered. “Congratulations, so did I.” He stretched his hand out to the man, who was absolutely stunned. Like Diego, he was handsome and there was an unspeakable aloofness about him. They had found each other through having the same kind of hatred and grievance towards a woman.

“Let her love you until there is no way for her to stay alive without you. Let her stand high up and give her more. Finally, a fall that will shatter her all until there’s nothing left for her. It would not be enough to physically hurt her. You need to destroy her soul, her everything. Her whole life.”

“You hate her that much?” The man ordered another glass of wine. His shadow overcast in his wine and it crashed against the glass when he started swirling.

“Of course.”

Diego lifted his wineglass and his sneer got colder.

He had always been a cold-blooded man—now and forevermore.

“My name is Monk. Mo, as in mystery. It is a pleasure to know you.” The man stretched his own hand out