Semua Bab Rising from the Ashes: Bab 851 - Bab 860

It was another beautiful night, the kind with a bright moon and clear skies. Andrew had gone to bed early, hoping to finally get some rest. Honestly, he had not been sleeping well these past few days. Especially last night—after punishing Francesca the entire night, she had begged for mercy, her legs too weak to stand. Andrew was not made of steel either, and the fatigue was starting to catch up to him. Just as he turned off the lights and settled in, he heard the door outside creak open. His ears twitched as he frowned, thinking, 'This is the most high-end private villa in Moonlit Sanctuary—there's no way some random thief would just break in, right?' Then, the light in the outer room switched on, and there was the soft rustling sound of someone changing into slippers. With the sound of another click, the light went off again. A shadow carefully tiptoed across the floor, each step so light it sounded like a cat sneaking around. Andrew smirked in the darkness. 'Wow, a cons

Irene quickly picked up the glass, smiling as she said, "Mr. Moore, no need to get upset. I'll drink in Christie's place." She tilted her head back and downed the entire glass in one go, then turned the empty cup upside down to show Finley. Finley's brows furrowed with clear displeasure. "Impressive drinking, ma'am, but I was asking for Ms. Stevens, not some washed-up old woman." Irene's smile immediately vanished as her face darkened. "Mr. Moore, the Stevens family welcomed you and your men with food and drinks. Is this how you talk to your host? Back in my day, I was quite the beauty. Just because I'm older now doesn't mean I'm some 'washed-up old woman'!" A sharp glint flickered in Finley's eyes as he scoffed. "Lady, just because you gave birth to a stunning daughter doesn't mean you get to bask in the same glory. Let's be real—if it weren't for Christina, do you think I'd waste my time stepping foot into this sad excuse of a mansion?" He added, "Be smart and tell your dau

Finley's expression darkened as he sneered, "The Stevens family really doesn't know what's good for them. What's wrong with me taking Christina? I'm a top disciple of the Hidden Dragons. She should consider it an honor!" Leroy's heart pounded with panic. He grabbed Finley's sleeve, forcing a smile as he pleaded, "Mr. Moore, please, listen to me—just hear me out. This is my home. You making a move on Christie is just too much. "Let's take this outside. Whatever kind of fun you're looking for, I'll pay for it. I guarantee you and your men will have a great time." His stomach churned with regret. Just hours ago, he thought befriending Finley and making him his brother-in-law would be smart. Now, he wished he could go back in time and beat some sense into himself. Leroy wanted nothing more than to find the courage to put a bullet in Finley's head. Nevertheless, wanting and doing were two different things—and he simply was not brave enough. His desperate attempt to pull Finley awa

The second Finley and his men bolted, Leroy collapsed to the ground and vomited violently, gagging as he emptied his stomach. It was not enough—he shoved his fingers down his throat, forcing himself to puke even more. He kept going, dry heaving until there was nothing left inside him, until he lay on the cold floor, gasping for breath like a dying animal. "Finley… you Hidden Dragons bastards… you forced me to drink piss… I swear, I'll kill every single one of you!" The sheer humiliation of it made Leroy's blood boil as he clenched his fists and slammed them into the ground. Douglas, trembling with rage, walked up to Christina, his face as dark as a storm cloud. Christina hurriedly pulled her torn clothes together, her lips trembling. "Grandpa…" Douglas struck her across the face hard. "You disgraceful fool! You're the CEO of a company, the face of the Stevens family! And yet, look at what you've done—inviting wolves into your home, practically throwing yourself into their j

Douglas shot Irene a cold glance and sneered. "You fool. Your brain is filled with nothing but greed and shallow ambition—have you ever thought beyond that? You, Leroy, and Christina are all blind to who Andrew truly is and his potential. "Only I saw it. Your arrogant daughter? She was lucky to be with him—she was the one reaching up, not the other way around. But now, it's too late. You let a wonderful man slip through your fingers. "The Stevens family had a chance to rise, and you all threw it away. You deserve your downfall." His voice was filled with regret and disappointment. Christina clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. "Grandpa, listen to me—Stevens Corporation will still thrive, even without Andrew. I just need time." Douglas scoffed, disinterested, as he stood up and walked toward the door. "Christie, you're just a woman; I know exactly how capable you are. So do me a favor—stop wasting your time fighting meaningless battles and making reckless choi