All Chapters of YOU ARE MY GIRLFRIEND BILLIONAIRE SINCE 1692: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

The rain fell in heavy sheets, splattering against the windows of the penthouse as Arabela stared out into the storm. The world outside was dark, but it mirrored the thoughts racing through her mind. Though the foundation of her new life had been built with care and love, there was something lingering in the depths of her heart—a shadow that refused to fade.Arabela had spent so much of her life running from her past, trying to outrun the mistakes, the regrets, and the wounds that still stung when she thought about them. She had spent years trying to be someone else, someone better, someone who didn’t have to answer for the mistakes she’d made. But no matter how far she’d come, no matter how much she’d grown, that shadow still haunted her.The sound of footsteps behind her interrupted her thoughts. She turned to see him—her past, standing in the doorway. His presence was no longer a source of dread, but rather a reminder of a time she had tried to bury. His eyes met hers, dark and unr

The weight of the crown that had once seemed so oppressive now felt lighter, like a heavy cloak shedding its weight with every step Arabela took. It was as though the decision, the moment of change, had unlocked something within her—a force stronger than she had imagined. Her gaze swept across the battlefield, where the light of dawn painted the land in shades of gold and crimson. The echoes of the past whispered in the wind, but she felt a stirring in her chest, a deep sense of something new. Something worth fighting for.In the solitude of her chamber, she let out a breath she didn’t know she had been holding. Her fingers brushed lightly against the intricate patterns of her new cloak, the fabric soft and unfamiliar. She could feel the pulse of her power as it thrummed beneath her skin, growing with each passing day. But it wasn’t just the power that had changed her. It was the strength in her heart—the certainty of purpose—that had bloomed like a flower after a long, cold winter.“

The night had settled into an eerie stillness, the kind that made the air feel heavier, like it was holding its breath. Arabela stood at the edge of the palace balcony, her eyes scanning the horizon where the first light of dawn had yet to pierce through the shadows. The war drums had fallen silent for the moment, but the tension was thick, almost suffocating. In her chest, her heart pounded, each beat a reminder of the weight of the decisions that had brought her here.There were whispers among the people, rumors of betrayal, of enemies who were closer than she had ever imagined. The allies she had trusted were turning, the promises she had made unraveling before her eyes. Every step she had taken, every battle she had won, had led her to this moment. But in the quiet before the storm, Arabela felt the growing darkness threatening to consume her.The sound of footsteps broke her thoughts, and she turned to see Christine standing behind her, her face pale and worn from sleepless night

The silence that followed the battle was deafening. The once-stronghold of the council now lay in ruins, its walls still echoing the cries of defeat. Arabela stood amidst the aftermath, her armor stained with the dust of war. The blood of betrayal had been spilled, but it was not yet enough to cleanse the kingdom of the poison that had infected it for years.Her soldiers moved through the chambers, securing the area, tending to the wounded, and removing the bodies of the fallen traitors. Arabela watched them for a moment, but her mind was already turning toward the future. This victory, though significant, was only the beginning. The kingdom was fractured, divided by years of corruption and betrayal. Arabela knew that the true challenge lay ahead—restoring order, uniting her people, and proving that the throne was not just a symbol of power, but of hope. "Your Highness," a voice called out, breaking her thoughts. It was Christine, her face weary but resolute. She had been by Arabela

The winds howled through the kingdom, as though the very land itself was mourning. Arabela stood at the balcony of her chambers, her gaze fixed on the horizon, where the storm clouds gathered ominously. A sense of foreboding hung in the air, heavier than ever. Despite the determination she had shown in the council, a quiet dread gnawed at her insides. The betrayal had done more than break her trust—it had fractured the foundation of her kingdom.Days had passed since that fateful council meeting, and Arabela’s efforts to rebuild the loyalty of her people had proven more difficult than she anticipated. While some nobles pledged their support, others had remained silent, their hearts swayed by fear, doubt, or personal ambition. And the whispers—oh, the whispers—spread like wildfire, poisoning the air with every passing hour.Lord Caden and Lord Balthazar, though still present in the court, had begun to work in the shadows, their influence growing despite the queen’s efforts to isolate t