SOME THINGS ARE MEANT TO BE

CHAPTER 15

It did not worry him that others might know. He just hates to be manipulated.

Julianna looked at him with a miserable smile. In his opinion, Julianna would never go behind his back to complain about him. This was Diana ’s special treatment, and she had no right to do that.

“Do you think I would tell them anything if they asked me something?” Julianna softly said. She fearlessly looked into his dark eyes, but her heart had been ruthlessly slashed. She could feel the smell of blood spreading although her face remained calm. No one knew just how mentally challenging it was for her to look at him at eye-level.

“You can rest assured that I did not tell them anything. They asked me how I was doing and I said I was fine.” She added in her heart: brutally well .

He was sure that she would not tell anyone. His cruelty was her embarrassment. She did not want anyone to know the kind of life she was leading—especially Lorraine . If she found out, she would be laughing to her heart’s content.

“Aren’t you getting better and better at retorting?” Diego suddenly lowered his head and bit her lips until it bled. It was always the same for them. As if they were a pair of porcupines that prick and hurt each other. Where matters of the heart were concerned, he hated her, but she loved him deeply.

With their love and hatred intertwined together, who could say for sure that she was the only one hurting?

It was impossible for him to love her. However, for her to not love him, maybe she could do that one day.

Her long eyelashes fluttered like a pair of invisible wings. Then it was shattered and lost. She reached out her hands in the air and hesitated. Finally, she took the initiative to hug the man who was torturing and abusing her. She had loved him so deeply, and she realized that in the short span of a few days, her determination was already dissolving.

At times, she was afraid—afraid that Diego’s hatred would crumble her love. If the day came that she would stop loving him, it would otherwise mean that her persistence for the past years, the wait, her time, and the heartache she went through would have accounted for nothing.

Diego felt his body shiver. This time, he kept licking the wounds on her lips. He could taste her blood and her tears.

Her face had paled. She pulled her hands away as though she did not want to give him her pain. As it turned out, her love was so insignificant, so heartbreaking, and so undignified.

“Ehm...” she started to cry all of a sudden. She bit her lips and cried. By then, tears had streaked down her porcelain face. Just a slight push and he might crush her soul.

Diego abruptly stopped his movements. “No crying,” he softly ordered, as if he was suppressing something. Julianna slightly shook her head. She did not want to, but she could tolerate it no more. The tears fell on their own accord.

“Is it that miserable for you to be physically intimate with me?” He had stopped, but he was still inside her. Her veins were vaguely visible on her forehead. She was enduring and so was he.

“Pain...” Tears had made her vision hazy. She could only make out the man’s blurry silhouette. A single word escaped from her mouth; however, it was not out of misery—it was out of pain.

Diego blinked hard, and he held on tightly to her waist, his hand wrapped around it.

He realized he could not bear to make this particular woman suffer. His dark eyes became more profound as he slanted himself and pushed. He saw the tears falling rapidly from the corners of her eyes. He did not feel the thrill of revenge. Instead, he felt as if the corner of his heart had been slightly ripped apart, followed by a draft of cold air funneling through.

“I want you to feel pain. You thought I wanted a cheap body like yours? If you are not in pain, I will make you feel pain.”

He came to a realization: she was in pain and so was he.

In the process of venting his frustration, he never once cared that she was still a virgin, nor cared about her small build. He had used the cruelest method to torture her body and soul from the very beginning.

Finally, he removed himself after being satisfied. But, Julianna weakly fell on the floor. Her eyes were void of expression. They kept staring at the photo on the wall. She thought, “Diana , did you see that? He was exacting revenge on your behalf. Yet, do I owe you anything? Do I owe anyone in the Roberto family?”

The sound of running water came from the bathroom. She was more degraded than a p********e, it had brought her more shame. Too embarrassed to even face herself, she hugged both her legs and squeezed herself tightly together.

Diego emerged, baring his sturdy and sexy chest. His legs, especially, were perfectly straight. There was a dignified aura about him that even wearing a simple bathrobe could not hide the sharpness.

He stood at the bathroom door and watched the woman who was sitting in a corner. An inexplicable feeling of frustration rose from within.

“Go and take a shower. You are so filthy, you disgust me.” He walked past her. The corner of his robe drew a breeze which lightly brushed her face. It also marked her with a look of despair. She had no idea what grazed her eyes, but when she realized what it was, unconsciously, her tears had already fallen.

The pain and soreness between her thighs were unbearable as she stood up. She made her way to the bathroom with difficulty, one step at a time. Diego’s eyes darkened from not far away as he took a stick of cigarette from the side table. As he elegantly exhaled puffs of smoke, he did not realize that his eyes had shifted from staring at the bathroom door to the portrait which hung above the bed.

Julianna covered her mouth with the running hot water. The running water muffled her crying.

Diego narrowed his eyes and blinked as she finally walked out of the bathroom. He could feel the cigarette burning his fingertips.

He had not smoked much on that stick of cigarette. It had extinguished itself.