Shining Bright After Rebirth (Diana and Steven) novel Chapter 941

Chapter 941 It’s Getting Old 

Cecil shuddered at Queenie’s words. He felt his back stiffen as he sat on the chair, staring blankly at the floor. 

The nightmares haunted him–excruciating pain, his body torn apart, the sight of himself barely clinging to life. The icy water, the biting wind, the agony in his chest, and the searing physical torment–each memory gnawed at him relentlessly. 

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too horrifying. Every time Cecil woke up, he was drenched in cold sweat. Yet, here he was, alive and well. He had come to understand something profound, it’s never reasoning that changes a person, but the hard–hitting lessons learned when they hit rock bottom. 

Meeting Diana had been a turning point, like a jolt to his soul. He felt more clear–headed than ever now. As long as he could stop Queenie, that venomous woman, from succeeding, he believed he’d live a long life. 

Cecil laughed bitterly, the distant look in his eyes sharpening with resolve. “Queenie, so you’ve gone back in time too, huh? But you missed your window of opportunity. I survived the day I was supposed to die. This time, the one who loses will always be you, Queenie.” 

The words “gone back in time” hit Queenie like a hammer to the chest. A strange thought flickered in her mind, “In my dreams, there was that faint, pleading voice. What was it begging for again?” 

The voice was distant, muffled, and filled with pain. She couldn’t make out the words clearly, but certain phrases stood out, “child” and “lover,” repeated over and over. It made her realize something horrifying–those dreams weren’t just figments of her imagination. They were memories of things that had happened. 

Queenie stumbled back a few steps, staring at Cecil’s smug, defiant face. “Cecil, you…” 

Cecil couldn’t be sure if she, too, had remembered the past. But judging by the shift in her expression, something about her had changed. Her gaze was darker and more sinister now. 

Queenie suddenly burst into laughter so hard that tears rolled down her cheeks. “Cecil, if what you’re saying is true, then the one who wins will always be me.” 

She thought, “If Diana hadn’t ruined my plan, Cecil would’ve been on my side against her by now. I had to say, he’s much easier to use than Samuel ever was.” 

Cecil quickly grabbed his phone and sent Diana a message: [Diana, I think Queenie might be remembering the past too. She just told me to die a slow, agonizing death, and I noticed her expression and presence have completely changed.] 

How would he know, you may wonder? Well, because he had been through the same thing. 

At that moment, Diana was already being wheeled into the elevator at Wyatt’s company. When she saw Cecil’s message, she didn’t feel much of anything. 

To Diana, it made sense–if she could go back in time and Cecil could remember fragments of their past lives, then it wasn’t surprising that Queenie could, too. What intrigued Diana more was why this had all happened in the first place. 

Diana replied: [Don’t worry. She’s already running on fumes. Let her try to act strong; we’ll just wait for her to overplay her hand. Everything in this world follows a natural order. She’s done too much evil, and karma will catch up with her.] 

Reading her message, Cecil could tell she had another plan in mind. Still, he wasn’t as hopeful as she was. The truth was, he dreaded pain more than anything. 

He returned to the chat window and immediately saw the news that Samuel had been released and cleared of murder charges. 

The screen displayed a trending hashtag, “Samuel Farley’s murder charge was a misunderstanding–it was all a plot to take over the Farley family’s business and manipulate public opinion.” 

One comment read: [Who could be so awful? Samuel’s my fave!] 

Another wrote: [He’s just another spoiled rich kid. Why are you hyping him up?] 

Cecil didn’t bother scrolling through the comments. Instead, his attention lingered on Diana’s swift efficiency, and his eyes softened with a gentle warmth. 

Luna then pushed Diana into the room. Diana hadn’t died. Queenie had considered the possibility before, but she didn’t dwell on it. After all, Queenie figured that if she played her cards right, she could still wrest control of Wyatt’s company.