บททั้งหมดของ Rising from the Ashes: บทที่ 1801 - บทที่ 1810

The climax hit Chantelle like a freight train, completely out of nowhere. She wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear. She gritted her teeth so hard that it nearly cracked her molars. "Andrew, I swear, I'm going to hate you for life!" She snapped, "Now go find me something to change into! How the hell am I supposed to face anyone looking like this?" Andrew gave her a helpless smile. "And where exactly am I supposed to find a spare pair of pants for you? Couldn't you have held it in just a little?" Chantelle felt her head buzzing with disbelief. She stared at Andrew in shock. "What did you just say? Hold it in? You jerk, this is all because of you! It wouldn't have happened if you hadn't done that to me! Tell me, how exactly am I supposed to hold it in?" She was completely flustered now, rambling without control. Andrew's comment was unbelievable. Eventually, with a sigh, he went downstairs to search for something. Her build was close to that of Lauren since both were ta

With their trip to Goldridge coming up tomorrow, Andrew had some free time and decided to head over to the Rhodes residence for a quick visit. After that, he made a stop at the Peck residence to check in on Victoria. Both Tiana and Victoria had reminded him to be cautious during this trip. The Southern Martial Union's main headquarters were located in Goldridge, and it had always been known as a hotbed of drama. This organization oversaw martial artists across all southern provinces, and its leader, Jerome, was nothing short of a powerhouse. Though Gabo Creek province was not far away from Goldridge, bringing Lauren and the other two girls along meant Andrew had to stay even more alert. Jerome held a selection for his inner disciples every year, and chaos followed. The spots for inner disciples were extremely limited. Yet, countless families and martial sects sent their people to compete for Jerome's attention. The competition for these coveted positions often led to intense r

Back then, the Wright family was also one of the Five Apex Families. Yet, their situation was totally different now. Kevin had died a violent death, while Yara had taken over and was now desperately trying to please Andrew. Since the Peck family was arrogant and looked down on him, why should Andrew try to win their favor? After he left, Miles and Liliana walked into the living room together. "Dad, it's the middle of the day, and you're drunk again?" Liliana pinched her nose in disgust. Calvin tilted his head back and took another swig of alcohol, slurring, "D-Don't tell me what to do! I'm your father and the head of the Peck family! Who the hell dares to lecture me? You're digging your own grave!" Miles's eyes shifted and landed on the porcelain bottle Andrew had left behind. He picked it up and held it out in front of Calvin. "Dad, Mr. Lloyd left this here. It looks like he's actively trying to make peace with our Peck family. You should take it. Maybe it's a good opportuni

Victoria replied, "What are you to me? Isn't it obvious? Of course, you're a loser, a worthless piece of trash! Calvin, look in the mirror and ask yourself—are you even a man?" In an instant, Calvin exploded, his eyes blazing with fury. "Victoria, you're my woman! I don't care whether you ever truly liked me; you belong to me! Sure, I can't compare to Reginald, and I'm no match for Andrew either! But so what? You're still mine, and now, I'm gonna prove to you just how much of a man I am!" Roaring like a madman, Calvin's eyes turned lewd as he stared at Victoria's pale neck and her chest with blatant desire. At the same time, he began unzipping his pants, ready to force himself on her. Victoria stood tall and still, proud as a black swan, her chin lifted high. She did not flinch or resist, just letting him do as he pleased. Inside the living room of the Peck residence, Calvin had his pants down to his knees. His lower body was fully exposed—pale, flabby, and pathetic. There was

The first scene Andrew witnessed upon arriving at the Keller residence was Hannah threatening suicide. She held a fruit knife to her throat, tears streaming down her face as she sobbed uncontrollably. Emily and Freya stood nearby with anxious faces, desperately trying to talk her down. Emily pleaded, "Hannah, put the knife down first. Whatever happened, I promise I'll make it right for you." Freya added anxiously, "Think about Dad, me, Emily, and Logan. Don't do something stupid. We'll find that bastard Hank no matter what." Yet, Hannah kept crying and shaking her head. "No! I don't want to live anymore! I'm so ashamed! I never thought he'd turn out like this… I feel dirty now. I'm no longer a little princess. I'm ruined!" Hearing that, Andrew could not help but shake his head. Out of the three Keller sisters, he had always predicted that sweet, naive Hannah would eventually run into trouble. Logan stepped forward and said firmly, "Emily, Freya, move aside. Let Andrew talk