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All Chapters of YOU ARE MY GIRLFRIEND BILLIONAIRE SINCE 1692: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100
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CHAPTER 92: THE POWER OF THE CURSE
The revelations of betrayal still hung heavy over Arabela and her team, but there was no time to dwell on heartbreak. With Alaric’s escape and the Enclave closing in, they found themselves racing against the clock. Yet, even as they strategized their next move, an ancient force began to stir within the crystal—a force that was both a blessing and a curse. ---### **The Awakening** As the team regrouped at a hidden safe house in the outskirts of Istanbul, the crystal in Arabela’s possession began to glow more fiercely than ever before. Its pulsating light filled the room, casting eerie shadows on the walls. “What’s happening to it?” Christine asked, shielding her eyes from the brightness. Samir’s face was grim as he stepped forward. “The crystal is awakening. Its power is reacting to something—or someone.” Elias frowned. “You mean it’s alive?” “In a way, yes,” Samir replied. “The crystals are bound to the Balthazar bloodline. They carry the remnants of a curse placed upon o
Read moreCHAPTER 93: THE TRIAL OF TRUST
The courtroom was a symphony of murmurs and shifting gazes as Christine stood at the center of attention, her confidence unyielding despite the weight of the accusations. Across the aisle sat Arabela, her expression a mixture of pain and defiance. This trial wasn't just about justice—it was about trust, betrayal, and the fragility of their friendship. The judge, a stern figure cloaked in authority, banged his gavel. "Order in the court. The trial shall now proceed." Christine’s lawyer stood, adjusting his tie. "Your Honor, my client is being accused of betrayal based on circumstantial evidence and hearsay. We aim to prove her innocence." Arabela's lawyer, a sharp-tongued orator, countered with equal vigor. "Your Honor, the evidence speaks volumes. Trust was broken, and justice must be served." The testimonies began, each word cutting deeper into the foundation of their bond. Witnesses spoke of secret meetings, whispered conversations, and decisions made in isolation. Each deta
Read moreCHAPTER 94: A CHOICE OF SACRIFICE
The courtroom corridors buzzed with subdued murmurs as the trial took its recess. Christine and Arabela sat in separate corners of the waiting lounge, both immersed in their own storm of thoughts. The air was thick with unspoken words and the ache of a bond stretched thin. Christine clutched the edge of her chair, her knuckles white. She had fought so hard to preserve their shared dream, yet now it felt as though every choice she had made had led to this rift. The weight of guilt pressed heavily on her chest. Meanwhile, Arabela sat with her arms crossed, staring at the floor as if searching for answers in its polished surface. Memories of their friendship—late nights spent planning, laughing, and dreaming—played like a reel in her mind. Was there a way to reconcile the person she knew with the actions Christine had taken? As the recess ended and both women returned to their seats in the courtroom, the judge called for closing remarks. But before the lawyers could rise, Christine
Read moreCHAPTER 95: THE POWER WITHIN
The sun hung low in the sky, casting its golden rays across the quiet city. Christine and Arabela walked side by side, the weight of the courtroom still heavy on their shoulders. Though the charges had been dismissed, the true work was just beginning. “Do you think we can ever go back to how it was?” Christine asked softly, her voice almost lost in the breeze. Arabela glanced at her, her expression unreadable. “Maybe we’re not meant to go back. Maybe we’re meant to move forward—stronger this time.” The words lingered in the air, a fragile hope between them. ---That evening, Arabela stood in her studio, surrounded by blueprints, sketches, and models of the dream they had once envisioned together. The intricate details of their shared vision seemed both distant and within reach. She ran her fingers across a blueprint, her mind racing with the possibilities of what could be if they worked together again. Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock. Christine stood at the door, ho
Read moreCHAPTER 96: THE BROKEN PROMISE
The moonlight poured through the tall windows of their shared studio, casting long shadows on the walls. For weeks, Arabela and Christine had worked tirelessly, their renewed bond seemingly unshakable. The investor’s approval had been a triumph, but with success came pressure—a weight neither of them had anticipated. Late one night, Christine sat at her desk, her hands trembling as she clutched a letter she had received earlier that day. It was from the investors, a notice requesting a private meeting with her alone to discuss a lucrative deal that would require her to make significant changes to their original plan. She glanced over at Arabela, who was poring over the final blueprints with an expression of calm focus. Christine’s heart twisted. This was their dream—a dream they had rebuilt from the ashes of mistrust. Yet now, she was being asked to make a decision that could jeopardize everything. ---The next morning, Arabela arrived at the studio to find Christine gone. A nea
Read moreCHAPTER 97: THE FINAL CONFRONTATION
The tension in the studio was suffocating. Christine paced the length of the room, her mind racing. She hadn’t seen or spoken to Arabela in days. The silence between them felt heavier than any argument they’d ever had. Her phone buzzed, breaking the quiet. A text from Arabela: *"Meet me at the old pier. We need to talk."* Christine’s heart pounded as she grabbed her coat and rushed out the door. ---The pier was desolate, the waves crashing against the wooden beams beneath it. Arabela stood at the edge, her silhouette framed by the dim glow of the moon. Christine approached cautiously, her breath visible in the cold night air. “Arabela,” she called softly. Arabela turned, her expression unreadable. “I didn’t think you’d come.” Christine stopped a few steps away, her voice trembling. “Of course I came. I owe you that much.” Arabela crossed her arms, her gaze piercing. “Do you even understand what you’ve done, Christine? This wasn’t just about a deal or an opportunity. T
Read moreCHAPTER 98: THE CHOICE
The days following their confrontation at the pier were filled with a cautious yet deliberate effort to move forward. Christine and Arabela worked side by side again, but the unspoken tension lingered, like a storm threatening to break. They knew they were at a crossroads—not just for their project, but for their partnership. ---The investors called for a final meeting, a chance to solidify the terms of their agreement. Both women sat at the long table in the sleek, glass-walled conference room, their shared vision laid out in charts and projections before them. The lead investor, Mr. Calloway, leaned forward, his steely gaze fixed on them. “Your proposal is impressive, but as we’ve mentioned, there’s a condition. We need a single point of leadership—a face for the project.” Christine’s breath caught, and she glanced at Arabela. She could feel the weight of the investor’s gaze and the unspoken expectation that she, as the more vocal partner, would take the reins. Arabela rema
Read moreCHAPTER 99: THE COST OF LOVE
The days following Arabela’s decision to take the lead in the project were a blur of meetings, press releases, and late-night strategy sessions. The investors’ approval had marked the beginning of a new chapter for both women—but that success came at a price. ---Arabela stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of their office, gazing out at the city. The weight of her newfound responsibilities pressed heavily on her shoulders. The team was looking to her for direction, the investors were expecting results, and the pressure to prove herself was suffocating. Christine had taken a step back, standing by her side, offering quiet support. But despite their renewed partnership, Arabela couldn’t shake the feeling that something was missing. The project was flourishing, but at what cost? She felt a soft tap on her shoulder, and when she turned, she found Christine standing there, her expression full of concern. “You okay?” Christine asked, her voice gentle. Arabela forced a s
Read moreCHAPTER 101: THE RETURN OF THE PAST
The calm that had settled over Arabela and Christine’s life was shattered one afternoon when an unexpected visitor arrived at their office. It had been weeks since they had allowed themselves to truly relax and embrace the future. The project was thriving, their partnership was stronger than ever, and the world seemed to be on the brink of something beautiful. But life, as they both knew, had a way of throwing curveballs when you least expected it. The door to their office opened with a quiet click, and Arabela looked up from her desk, expecting another member of the team to come in with updates. Instead, a figure stood in the doorway—a man she hadn’t seen in years. Victor, her ex-fiancé, stood there, his face as familiar as it was foreign. Time had not been kind to him—his once sharp features were now shadowed with the weight of regret, but his eyes still held the same intensity she had once fallen for. For a moment, Arabela couldn’t breathe. The air in the room felt thick, suf
Read moreCHAPTER 102: THE RECONNECTION
The days following Victor's sudden reappearance were filled with a strange kind of stillness. Arabela had expected the encounter to shake her, to dredge up old wounds that she had spent so long burying, but instead, she found herself oddly calm. The confrontation had been brief, sharp, but it had left her with a sense of closure that she hadn’t anticipated. She sat in her office the next morning, staring out at the city below, the hum of life outside a stark contrast to the quiet within. Her mind kept returning to that moment when Victor had stood in front of her, the years between them as tangible as the air in the room. But now, with him gone, she could finally breathe. She was free of the past. Christine had stayed by her side through it all, offering quiet support without question. And though Arabela appreciated it more than words could express, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was missing—something that had been buried beneath the weight of the past and the deman
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