Read Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) Novel by Only For You Updated 2025 -26 - Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) Chapter 3325

Andrew’s thoughts were a tangled mess as he tried to understand what was happening. He could make sense of Iridessa appearing in his mind—they had shared an intimate night, after all. But Victoria, Brielle, and Tiana? That made no sense. If it had been Lauren, Francesca, or Nyx, he could have rationalized it.

Did that mean these feelings had been buried so deep inside him that even he had never recognized them?

Byron let out a sharp, mocking laugh. “Confused, aren’t you? Can’t figure it out? Good. That’s the point.”

His voice turned cold and deliberate. “I take the things you swore you’d never do, the lines you promised you’d never cross, and I bury them so deep in your mind they start to feel like your own thoughts. I make you fall. I make you let go. I make you enjoy everything you once fought so hard to resist.”

He paused, letting the words sink in.

“When a man’s limits and moral boundaries are shattered, is he still human? No. He becomes something beyond that. Something like a god.” His smile sharpened. “Andrew, once you cross that final threshold in your mind, everything else will feel meaningless. You’ll be free—like me. Above it all. Answerable to no one.”

“That’s the ultimate power hidden inside every human being. That is the Demonic Art.”

The words wrapped around Andrew like smoke, slipping into every crack in his defenses. But what they sparked in him wasn’t surrender—it was murderous intent.

The moment he broke free of this technique, he would kill Byron. That much was certain.

There had been a time when Andrew considered seeking him out for answers about his own condition, back before he understood how deep the corruption ran. Now he knew. And knowing meant there could only be one outcome.

But first, he had to survive this.

He needed to resist the desires surging in his chest under Byron’s manipulation, the outrageous emotions being forced into his thoughts.

As the black mist thickened and hissed around him, Andrew’s consciousness dipped again.

Brielle appeared.

Her robe hung loose at her shoulders, revealing just enough to stir dangerous thoughts. She climbed onto the bed, her cheeks flushed, her voice soft and hesitant.

“Andrew… You wouldn’t mind that I’ve had a child, would you? I know you wouldn’t. From now on, I belong only to you.”

Her posture was submissive, almost reverent—an offering. The kind of image that could ignite the most primal instincts in any man.

The urge to pull her close and take control surged through him, hot and overwhelming.

Andrew was no exception.

As Brielle moved closer—shy yet inviting—he roared in silent resistance. But his body betrayed him. His hand lifted, reaching toward a boundary it should never cross.

Everything teetered on the edge of collapse.

Then another figure stepped into the scene.

“You really are lucky, aren’t you?” Tiana’s voice rang out, bright and cutting. “Even I showed up to serve you. Feels good, doesn’t it?”

Unlike Victoria and Brielle, she radiated boldness. Confidence. Heat.

She approached without hesitation, red lips curving into a teasing smile as she looked down at him.

“So?” she murmured. “What’s it going to be? Tonight, I’m all yours.”