All Chapters of YOU ARE MY GIRLFRIEND BILLIONAIRE SINCE 1692: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

The grand hall was silent, save for the faint hum of the chandelier above. Shadows danced across the polished floor as the moonlight seeped through the tall, arched windows. Arabela stood in the center, her gaze fixed on the portrait hanging on the far wall. It was an oil painting of a woman with strikingly familiar features, her eyes piercing through the centuries as though trying to relay a message.Christine entered the room, her footsteps echoing softly. "You’ve been staring at that portrait for hours," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "What is it about her?"Arabela turned to her, her face a mix of curiosity and determination. "She looks like me. More than that… it feels like she’s connected to me somehow."Christine moved closer, examining the portrait. The resemblance was undeniable. "Do you think it’s just coincidence?""No," Arabela replied firmly. "It’s not a coincidence. I’ve been having dreams, Christine. Dreams of a life I’ve never lived but feels so real. She’

The night had settled over the land like a thick, suffocating cloak. The moon hung low in the sky, its pale light barely breaking through the heavy clouds that seemed to swirl in ominous patterns. Beneath it, the campfires flickered weakly, casting long shadows that danced and writhed across the ground.Arabela stood at the edge of the camp, her gaze fixed on the dark horizon. The wind carried with it the scent of impending rain, but it wasn’t the weather that unsettled her. It was the uneasy silence that had settled over their ranks since the meeting. The fragile truce was already starting to crack.The Northern Tribes had grudgingly agreed to the alliance, but it was clear that their trust in her—and in the others—was nothing more than a thin veil over a deep reservoir of resentment. She could feel their eyes upon her, watching, waiting for the moment when they would strike, when they would turn their backs on the truce and pick up their weapons once more.Behind her, the sound of f

The wind howled through the camp, a mournful cry that seemed to echo Arabela’s turmoil. She stood alone by the edge of the clearing, her gaze fixed on the dark silhouette of the mountains in the distance, their jagged peaks like sentinels watching over a world teetering on the brink of collapse.The revelation of her bloodline had not just shaken her; it had shattered the fragile walls she had built around herself. She had always known there was more to her family’s history—whispers of old stories, fragmented memories of a father she barely remembered, and an eerie connection to the shadows that lurked on the edge of her consciousness. But now, those shadows had a name, a purpose, and an undeniable claim over her."You’re not the only one who’s been burdened with secrets," Christine’s voice broke through her thoughts, low and careful, as if treading on fragile ground.Arabela turned to face her, her eyes hollow, a reflection of the storm inside her. "How can you stand by me, knowing w

Arabela stood at the edge of the cliff, staring out at the endless expanse of the storm-tossed ocean below. The wind howled around her, whipping her hair and her thoughts into a frenzy. The betrayal had cut deeper than any physical wound ever could, and the weight of it felt unbearable. Christine’s words echoed in her mind, each one a sharp reminder of the darkness that had been hidden in plain sight.But as the storm raged on, something shifted within her. She could no longer afford to be consumed by the pain. There was something much darker at play, and she had to face it head-on. Christine had been a tool in a much larger scheme—one that threatened everything Arabela had fought for. The shadows were not just creeping around her; they had always been there, lurking in the places she had least expected.Arabela’s thoughts turned to Yilmaz. She had always trusted him, but now she wondered if he, too, was a part of this darkness. The way he had acted recently, his quiet demeanor and su

The air inside the warehouse grew heavy, suffocating, as Arabela’s words lingered in the space between her and Christine. The flickering light from overhead seemed to dance on the walls, casting twisted shadows that mirrored the turmoil inside her heart. Christine’s cold smile persisted, but there was a flicker of something—perhaps doubt—lurking behind her eyes.For a moment, time seemed to stretch as both women stood locked in this battle of wills, neither willing to blink, neither willing to surrender. The world outside the crumbling warehouse seemed miles away, as though it had ceased to exist entirely. It was just Arabela and Christine now, two women standing at the brink of a precipice, with only darkness ahead."I’ve been patient," Christine finally spoke, her voice a sharp edge in the silence. "But patience is a virtue that doesn’t pay off when you’re fighting against someone who knows how to play the game better than you. You should’ve known, Arabela. You were never going to b