All Chapters of YOU ARE MY GIRLFRIEND BILLIONAIRE SINCE 1692: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The sun dipped low over the horizon, casting a golden hue across the sprawling estate. Tall trees lined the driveway, their leaves rustling softly in the evening breeze. The mansion at the end of the road was a marvel—a blend of old-world elegance and modern luxury. It was the kind of place you only ever read about in magazines or saw on the silver screen. Inside, the grand chandelier in the foyer glimmered like a constellation, each crystal catching the light from a dozen different angles. The marble floors were polished to a gleaming sheen, reflecting the faces of those who walked past, their steps almost silent in the massive space. But for all its opulence, the mansion held a secret—a secret that had been carefully guarded for centuries.Isabella sat at the grand piano in the music room, her fingers brushing lightly over the ivory keys. The haunting melody filled the room, echoing through the vast chambers. She had always felt a connection to the piano, as though it spoke to her

The mansion was eerily quiet now, the storm outside having subsided into a dull, brooding drizzle. But inside, the air crackled with anticipation. The silence between Isabella and Alexander was filled with the weight of what had just been shared—truths too dangerous, too ancient, to ignore. Yet, despite the storm of emotions swirling within her, Isabella felt a strange sense of clarity. She had made a choice, one that would alter the course of her life forever.Alexander paced by the window, his brow furrowed in thought, his gaze distant. The faintest trace of exhaustion clung to him, a shadow that hadn’t been there before. It was clear that the burden of his family’s secret, of the dangerous path they now had to walk, was wearing him down. But even so, his resolve was unshaken.“I know this is a lot to ask,” he said quietly, without turning to face her. “But you must understand, if we don’t act quickly, everything we’ve worked for, everything I’ve kept hidden, will be destroyed.”Isa

The orb pulsed in Isabella's hand, its soft blue glow casting an ethereal light across the dark chamber. She could feel its power, like a current of energy flowing through her fingers. It wasn’t just a physical object—it was alive, breathing, and somehow, it knew her. Knew her deepest fears, her darkest desires. The weight of the decision pressed down on her chest, suffocating her with its significance.Alexander stood by her side, watching her with a quiet intensity, but his eyes were clouded with something she couldn’t quite read. Fear? Regret? Perhaps both. They had already crossed so many lines, sacrificed so much, but this—this felt different. This felt final."You don’t have to do this," he whispered, his voice barely audible in the silence of the chamber. "If you give up the orb, it will cost you something. A part of yourself that you can never get back."Isabella’s heart raced as she gazed at the orb. She could sense the truth in his words, feel the danger in every fiber of he

The blinding light from the orb slowly dimmed, leaving the cave in an eerie quiet. Isabella’s pulse raced as the last echoes of energy dissipated into the air. Caleb was gone—vanished into the shadows as if he had never been there at all. The shadows, too, seemed to retreat, no longer alive with the same oppressive force that had filled the chamber only moments before. The cave had returned to its stillness, but Isabella could feel the weight of what had just transpired settle over her like a heavy blanket.She looked down at the orb still glowing softly in her hands, its power no longer a threat but a strange comfort. It had accepted her, chosen her, and now it was a part of her—just as she was a part of it.Alexander stood beside her, his eyes locked onto her with an intensity that made her heart race. He looked almost... awestruck, as if seeing her in a new light, a light that had been born from the very energy she had unleashed. His chest heaved with each breath, but his face was

The days following their vow to embrace the present were filled with a sense of peace that Isabella never imagined she could experience. Life with Alexander was now more than just a series of fleeting moments—each day, they created something lasting, something real. But, as with all things tied to fate, peace was often a fragile thing.It began subtly, a faint whisper at the edges of her consciousness. The sense that something wasn’t quite right—that despite the promise of freedom, something from the past was lingering, waiting to resurface. Isabella had learned that peace often came with a price, and with Alexander’s past so intricately woven into her own, it was only a matter of time before the secrets they had left behind would come to light.One evening, as the two sat in their study, looking over ancient texts related to the orb, Isabella noticed a peculiar book—one she hadn’t seen before. It was old, the leather worn with age, its pages yellowed and fragile. She reached for it,