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Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) Chapter 3155

Iridessa smiled and said softly, “Honey, I want you to kiss me.”
Yet beneath that sweetness, her mind was racing. She was calculating how to make Andrew lower his guard completely—how to push him into absolute vulnerability.

As the thought crossed her mind, an inexplicable tremor ran through her body. Her throat went dry, her voice hoarse. Before Andrew could move, she lowered her head on her own initiative and kissed him deeply.

Sensing the foreign beauty’s sudden surge of vitality, Andrew chuckled. “Nyx, you seem especially energetic tonight.” His hand moved, gripping a sensitive spot on Iridessa’s chest.

She let out a soft moan and continued to respond, but the heat of his touch made her feel as though she were suffocating. Gradually, her defenses crumbled. She let go—of caution, of control—and chose to immerse herself completely. With a sudden shift, she flipped over, pinned Andrew beneath her, and sat astride him.

At that moment, Andrew had no idea that the woman before him was not Nyx.

Iridessa’s nearly flawless covert arts concealed everything. Caught in the intoxicating moment, Andrew only felt her passion intensifying, igniting him in turn. He moved suddenly and forcefully.

Iridessa didn’t know whether she was screaming in pain, crying out helplessly, or overwhelmed by sorrow. She only felt a sharp, violent pain—followed by a sensation unlike anything she had ever experienced. Time lost all meaning.

When it was finally over, the living room lay in complete disarray. Iridessa could no longer feel her body. She didn’t even have the strength to move.

Fear, shock, and anger surged through her. At last, she understood why she had once heard Nyx begging on the rooftop. This man was terrifyingly strong—almost inhuman.

Humiliation and fury burned within her. She wanted to slap herself. She had come here to carry out a mission, with life and death on the line. Yet by a cruel twist of fate, she had fallen into this—completely consumed, both mind and body, by the man she was supposed to assassinate.

A tear slipped unconsciously from the corner of her eye.

No matter how perfect her disguise, she could never replicate Nyx’s inner world. That tear belonged solely to Iridessa—an instinctive, emotional response.

Andrew noticed it immediately. He froze. “Nyx… you’re crying?”

Iridessa wiped the tear away at once and smiled sweetly. “I’m happy, honey. I love you.” She lifted her chin provocatively and pouted. “Let’s go again.”

Andrew stared at her for a moment, then laughed. “Alright—again, then.” He pressed a hand against her neck, forcing her head downward.

Her body reacted instinctively, shame and fury filling her eyes as she realized his intention. She had never been with a man before; what had just happened was already an irreversible loss. This time, she resolved that when he was completely absorbed, she would strike.

Hidden within her teeth was the most vicious poison from Eastonia—fatal upon contact with blood.

She didn’t expect it to kill him outright. All she needed was for it to take effect. Then, she would finish him with the deadliest techniques of her covert arts.

Plans, however, rarely survived reality.

Iridessa braced herself for the violent impact she expected, biting down on her tongue to stay alert, terrified of losing herself again. But the impact never came.

Instead, a cold laugh sounded by her ear.

“You’re not Nyx.”

Her body stiffened, her mind erupting in chaos.

“Nyx never gets greedy,” Andrew continued calmly. “She only wants it once. And you asked for another round.” His voice turned sharp. “So tell me—what’s your real agenda?”

It was over.

She had been exposed.