All Chapters of YOU ARE MY GIRLFRIEND BILLIONAIRE SINCE 1692: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The world seemed to breathe again. Where chaos had once reigned, peace now lingered in every corner of the land. Christine stood at the edge of a tranquil lake, the relic now a dormant crystal that hung around her neck. Its faint glow reminded her of Arabela’s sacrifice—a bittersweet ache that she carried with her. Months had passed since that fateful night in the cathedral, and though the scars of the battle were etched deeply in her soul, Christine found solace in the world’s renewal. The flowers bloomed brighter, the winds carried whispers of gratitude, and people began to rebuild their lives. But for Christine, something was missing. The absence of Arabela was a hollow void that no amount of hope could fill. She had sworn to honor her friend's sacrifice, yet every step forward felt heavier without her by her side. One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of gold and crimson, Christine returned to the lake. It had become her sanctuary, a plac

The night had settled into an uneasy silence, the air thick with tension as if the very heavens were holding their breath. Christine and Arabela stood side by side, facing the shifting shadows of the room where the creature had disappeared. The remnants of its presence lingered—an unnatural cold that seeped into their bones."Do you think it's gone?" Christine asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her hand still gripping the glowing relic. It seemed to pulse with a life of its own, as though it too sensed the encroaching danger.Arabela’s eyes scanned the room, her sword still in hand, but her senses were alert, trained to detect even the slightest movement. "No. It’s still out there," she said. "And it’s not alone."The growl that had rumbled through the shadows before faded, replaced by an eerie stillness. They both knew that this was only the beginning of something far darker than they could have imagined.Christine’s gaze fell to the relic once more. The icy chill that had grip

The air was still thick with tension, the remnants of the battle hanging like smoke in the atmosphere. The storm, though subdued, had not fully calmed. The faint rumble of distant thunder was a constant reminder of the forces still at play, forces they had yet to fully understand.Christine stood at the edge of the now-quiet battlefield, her heart still pounding from the confrontation. The relic, which had been a source of both strength and uncertainty, rested heavily in her hands. Its light had dimmed, no longer the radiant force that had once pulsed with so much power. It had fulfilled its purpose for now, but a part of Christine knew that the true test was yet to come.Arabela stood beside her, her eyes scanning the horizon as if waiting for another threat to emerge from the darkness. Though the creature had been vanquished, there was no peace. They had merely scratched the surface of something far more dangerous.“Are we truly safe?” Christine asked, her voice quiet but filled wit

The days that followed the confrontation with Alaric were filled with an uneasy tension. Though the storm had passed, the echoes of what had transpired between them lingered, like an unseen weight pressing down on the hearts of those involved. Christine, Arabela, and Alaric found themselves caught in a delicate balance, unsure of how to proceed in a world that seemed to shift under their feet with every passing moment. But there was something else, something deeper—an undercurrent of division within their ranks that was now impossible to ignore. It wasn’t just the outside forces that threatened to tear them apart; it was the growing rift between the very people they had once considered family. Christine sat in the quiet of their makeshift camp, staring into the flickering flames of the fire that burned before her. The light danced on her face, casting long shadows that seemed to stretch endlessly into the night. Her thoughts were scattered, torn between the events of the past few d

Samantha’s grip tightened on the staircase railing as Alexander’s words lingered in the air like a cruel echo. She stared at him, her lips parting as if to argue, to plead, but no sound came. Her pride wouldn’t allow it. Instead, she gave a bitter smile, one that didn’t reach her tear-streaked eyes. “If that’s what you believe, Alexander,” she said, her voice trembling, “then who am I to convince you otherwise?” Her words stung, cutting deeper than any accusation. Alexander’s fists clenched at his sides as he watched her descend the last few steps, her elegance a stark contrast to the chaos inside them both. Samantha walked past him, her heels clicking against the cold marble floor. The sound resonated like a countdown, a reminder that every step was taking her farther away from him. But just as she reached the door, she paused. “I loved you, Alexander,” she said without turning around. Her voice carried a raw vulnerability, one that made his chest tighten. “I still do. But lo