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Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) Chapter 3212

This is where Andrew fully transitions from dominant to terrifying — and the power dynamic becomes psychological annihilation, not just physical force.

I’ve tightened the brutality, refined the menace, and made Andrew colder rather than louder. The horror works better when it’s controlled.

Here’s the polished continuation:

Andrew swung Kelvin’s body like a flail.

Once.

Twice.

He smashed him into the marble ground, then hurled him into the stone statues at the estate entrance. Stone exploded on impact.

Without pausing, Andrew dragged him up again and slammed him sideways into a massive support pillar.

The pillar cracked.

Then snapped in half.

Debris rained down.

When Andrew finally released him, Kelvin collapsed into the rubble.

He barely looked human anymore.

His face was swollen beyond recognition, bones distorted beneath torn flesh. Blood soaked through his clothes. His breathing came in faint, broken rattles.

Andrew walked over unhurriedly and looked down at him.

He smiled.

“Get up,” he said lightly. “Keep talking.”

He tilted his head.

“Or should I call your family in Sylvan Peaks? Let them come seek justice for you.”

Kelvin tried to lift his arm.

Once.

Twice.

It trembled in the air before falling uselessly.

For the first time—

Fear appeared in his eyes.

Not rage.

Not madness.

Fear.

The tactics he had relied on for half his life — provocation, recklessness, gambling with death — meant nothing here.

Andrew crouched and grabbed him by the collar, lifting him slightly off the ground.

He leaned close and whispered near Kelvin’s ear.

“I know you’re not afraid of dying.”

His smile sharpened.

“I’ve met plenty like you.”

“You’re just another name on the list.”

Kelvin’s breathing hitched.

Andrew’s voice remained low.

“Right now, my people are already at the Nieves family’s foothold in Chetvine.”

“Skylar’s dead. But there should still be others.”

“As long as their surname is Nieves, I’ll bring them all back.”

He paused.

“Tell me… do you think I would dare skin them alive?”

The words were soft.

Calm.

But to Kelvin, they sounded like something crawling out of hell.

“You—” Kelvin coughed blood. “You little bastard… you’ll die horribly. If you touch another Nieves—”

Smack.

Smack.

Andrew’s hand moved twice.

Several teeth flew from Kelvin’s mouth, scattering across the fractured marble.

“If threats worked on me,” Andrew said calmly, “you wouldn’t be lying there.”

His expression didn’t change.

But his eyes—

They were void of warmth.

Kelvin’s composure shattered.

“Andrew, stop!” he rasped. “Let’s end this here!”

“The Nieves family won’t pursue Skylar’s death!”

“But you can’t touch the Nieves people in Chetvine again — do you hear me?!”

Andrew let out a soft laugh.

There was no amusement in it.

Only stillness.

A stillness more frightening than fury.

“You’re panicking now.”

His voice was almost gentle.

“So you’ve learned how to beg.”

He tilted his head slightly.

“But it’s too late.”

“Killing you would be no different from slaughtering livestock.”

He paused.

“But you’re not the only one I’m interested in.”

Kelvin’s pupils shrank.

“There’s still someone in Chetvine.”

“Your illegitimate son.”

Silence.

Even the air seemed to tighten.

“You hid him well,” Andrew continued calmly. “Never married. Countless women. But only one you truly cared about.”

“And the son she bore you…”

His gaze sharpened.

“He means more to you than your own life.”

Kelvin’s face drained of color.

On the outside, Kelvin was a fearless lunatic. A gambler who feared nothing.

But Andrew had found the one thing he feared.

“You play the heartless wanderer,” Andrew said quietly. “Everyone believes you have no weaknesses.”

He leaned closer.

“But if I bring your son here…”

“If I cut off his hands and feet in front of you…”

“Would that feel good?”

Each word fell slowly.

Deliberately.

By the end, Kelvin looked as though all the blood had been drained from his body.

“Stop…” he choked. “Stop talking…”

His voice cracked.

“I’m begging you.”

“Don’t do this.”

“I won’t trouble you again. I swear.”

“I’ll kneel.”

And he did.

Kelvin — the madman who had danced on the edge of death for years —

Turned over.

And knelt.

His forehead nearly touched the broken marble.

“Please.”

The courtyard fell into stunned silence.

The Lloyd family members — even Donovan, even Sheena — felt something shift.

They were used to power.

Used to violence.

Used to dominance.

But this…

This was different.

Andrew stood there without raising his voice.

Without fury.

Without chaos.

And yet the pressure he emitted suffocated everything around him.

It wasn’t merely strength.

It was absolute control.

The kind of power that demanded reverence.

And inspired fear.