Shining Bright After Rebirth (Diana and Steven) novel Chapter 932

Chapter 932 Clear Eyes

Diana Bishop lounged against the headboard, her expression calm as she locked eyes with Samuel.

She gestured toward the sofa. “Have a seat, Mr. Farley. I’ll tell you a story. If you still want to kill me after that, go ahead.”

Samuel’s face twisted in anger. The audacity of her calm demeanor made his blood boil.

“You’re still smiling? You’ve got some nerve, Diana,” he snapped, his tone razor–sharp.

Diana put on a faint, ironic smile. “Nerve? No, Mr. Farley. It’s just a mask, like everyone wears. I’ve just learned to stay steady under pressure.”

He scoffed, his eyes narrowing. “Well, tonight I’ll rip that mask off and let the world see who you really are.”

Ignoring her invitation, Samuel took a step closer, his anger palpable.

Twice now, this woman had sent him to prison. The thought alone was enough to fuel his rage.

Yet Diana’s clear, unflinching gaze didn’t waver, as though she were completely unbothered by the threat.

“Queenie sent you because you’re ruthless,” she said evenly. “But let me tell you this–if you kill me and walk out of here, you’re as good as dead.

“Think about it. Once you’re caught, Queenie will sweep in and claim your family’s fortune. You’ve seen the headlines about Jace Foliot today, haven’t you?”

Samuel froze mid–step, doubt flickering across his face.

The Foliot family’s downfall had been the talk of the day. He’d seen it plastered everywhere.

Sensing his hesitation, Diana pressed forward. “Take a seat, Samuel. Let me explain everything. After that, you can decide if you still want to go through with this.”

His frustration spilled over. “You’re just stalling for time!” he shouted.

Diana shrugged lightly, her tone almost casual. “Maybe. But what could I possibly do in my condition? I’m just trying to keep you from being another one of Queenie’s pawns.”

His response was immediate, defensive. “She’s not using me! I’m doing this because I want to.”

His words came too quickly, betraying his own doubts. Deep down, he knew Queenie was using him, but his thirst for revenge blinded him.

Diana’s voice grew colder. “If that’s true, then I’ve got nothing life rotting in a prison cell?

“The first time you went to jail, it was because Queenie manipulated you into acting out. You hit me with your car— that’s on you.

“The second time, you tried to attack me again. That’s on you, too. But somehow, you keep blaming me for your mistakes.

“The Foliot family collapsed today. How many days do you think your family has left?”

Samuel’s face darkened as he shouted, “I don’t care! It’s your fault I went to prison!”

Diana sighed, exhaling her frustration. “If that’s what helps you sleep at night, think whatever you want.

“I was trying to save you, Samuel. You’re young. Your parents love you. You could have a bright future ahead of you.

“But if you’re hell–bent on throwing your life away, why should I care?

Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, Diana planted her injured foot on the ground. Her voice, low and firm, carried an edge of finality.

Samuel’s hand tightened around the knife he’d drawn, his knuckles white. A bitter smile was on his face.

The sheer intensity of her presence made Samuel falter.

shifted to her chest, where she pointed, and reality began to sink in. Murder meant a death sentence. Was it worth throwing everything away?

She was right–he was only twenty–four.

Did he really want to give up his entire future for this?

Samuel’s eyes flickered with uncertainty. She wasn’t afraid. Not even a little.

“Diana,” he said slowly. “What was the story you were going to tell me?”

Her gaze turned cold. “I don’t feel like telling it anymore.”

Samuel’s frustration boiled over. He dropped the knife, the metallic clang echoing through the room. His voice cracked with desperation. “Tell me, Diana. What’s the story? Convince me, and I’ll let you live.

“Hell, I’ll even help you take down Queenie.”

Diana’s eyes flicked to the knife on the floor, her brow furrowing slightly. Was he finally coming to his senses?

She exhaled deeply, pulling the blanket over her injured leg as she sat back down.

Samuel watched her slow, deliberate movements, his emotions a tangled mess.

Diana’s presence exuded an aloof confidence, but her eyes. remained clear and calm. It was those eyes–untainted by fear- that made him lower the blade.

Without a word, Samuel moved to the sofa and sat down, waiting for her to speak.