Shining Bright After Rebirth (Diana and Steven) novel Chapter 933

Chapter 933 A Man’s Pride Is Worth Gold 

Diana took a deep breath, her tone steady as she began. “Samuel, let me make something clear. Queenie’s target was never you. It was always your cousin, Cecil. 

“You remember that banquet, don’t you? I broke Cecil’s hands to prove my innocence, and in the end, he believed me. 

“He also figured out Queenie’s game. She staged Madam Gellar’s accident at the pool and used the chance to save her, earning her favor. 

“But when Madam Gellar didn’t warm up to her, Queenie 

switched gears. She came after you and the Foliot family instead. 

Judging by her timeline, now that the Foliots are finished, your family is next. 

“If you don’t believe me, we can put on a little show and let you see her true colors for yourself.” 

Diana didn’t need to go to these lengths. Someone else’s fate wasn’t her concern. 

But fewer enemies were always better than more. If she could flip this into an advantage, why not? 

Not that she intended to make Samuel a friend. 

She just wanted to throw a wrench into Queenie’s plans. 

Samuel’s expression darkened. “What kind of plan?” 

Diana’s tone sharpened. “Call her. Tell her you’ve killed me. See how she reacts.” 

Samuel hesitated, his grip tightening on the phone. 

It wasn’t a bad idea. 

He thought back to that banquet–how Diana had snapped Cecil’s wrist so effortlessly, only to reset it moments later. 

In the end, Cecil had teamed up with Diana, and they’d destroyed Queenie’s plan in public. 

At the time, Samuel hadn’t seen Queenie as anything but charming. He’d been caught in her web of promises. 

But now? He’d been burned twice. 

At twenty–four, he wasn’t ready to let her drag him down a third time. 

Picking up his phone, he dialed Queenie’s number. 

Queenie answered almost instantly, as if she’d been waiting. 

“Samuel? How did it go? Is Diana dead?” she asked, her voice laced with eagerness. 

Samuel switched to speakerphone, his voice trembling. “Queenie… I… I killed her. What do I do now?” 

Queenie’s excitement was palpable. “You really did it? You killed Diana?” 

Samuel’s voice wavered. “Yes. She’s lying in a pool of blood. What do I do next?” 

Queenie’s laugh was bright, almost musical. “Samuel, tonight’s snowstorm is perfect. Wrap her body in a blanket, take her out of the city, and dump her in the river.” 

“What?” Samuel’s voice cracked. 

Queenie’s tone turned smug, dripping with satisfaction. “Dispose of the evidence, Samuel. That’s the only way you’ll get away with this. Once you’ve taken care of her, call me back. I’ll tell you what to do next. 

“I know this must feel heavy, but trust me–revenge is the sweetest high. 

“Enjoy it, Samuel. You’ve earned it.” 

Her laughter, light and sweet, sent chills down Samuel’s spine. 

For the first time, it sounded like it came from somewhere far darker. 

Diana scoffed softly, her eyes gleaming with icy contempt. 

This was Queenie Marsh in her true form–a manipulative, calculated predator. 

Samuel’s voice shook. “But… but I can’t move her on my own. Queenie, I’m scared. Can’t you come help me? 

“I only did this because of you,” he added, his voice desperate.