All Chapters of YOU ARE MY GIRLFRIEND BILLIONAIRE SINCE 1692: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

The city seemed to pulse with a newfound rhythm as Arabela stepped into the night, her every move charged with a purpose that had been absent in her for so long. The dark streets, once a reminder of her isolation, now felt like a playground where she could carve her own path. She was no longer a passive participant in the world’s chaos—she was the storm that would reshape it.Her phone buzzed again, breaking her thoughts. This time, it was a message from a familiar name: Yilmaz.*“We need to talk. Meet me tomorrow, 10 AM, at the old café on 5th street. It’s important.”*Arabela’s fingers hovered over the screen for a moment, the temptation to ignore him clawing at her. But she had made a promise to herself. She was done being passive. She would face him, confront the man who had once been her world, and make him understand the cost of his betrayal. She wasn’t the naive woman she had been when they first met. She was someone else now—a woman who had learned that loyalty, like hope, was

The wind howled through the crumbling ruins, carrying with it the scent of ancient earth and forgotten time. Arabela stood at the entrance of the cavern, her heart racing, her mind sharp with purpose. She had followed the map, deciphered the hidden clues, and overcome countless obstacles to reach this point. The forgotten city was close, but what lay beyond the veil of stone and dust was something far older than she had imagined.Her hands gripped the stone doorway, the coldness of the rock seeping through her skin as she pushed it open. The air inside the cavern was thick with mystery, the walls etched with symbols that twisted in ways that no modern language could decipher. Arabela felt a presence, an almost palpable weight that pressed down on her, urging her to turn back. But she had come too far. The city awaited, and with it, answers to the questions that had haunted her for so long."Lucas," she called softly, her voice echoing through the silence. He had stayed behind at the e

The air in the cavern grew thicker as Arabela stood alone, the distant echoes of Yilmaz’s departure still ringing in her ears. His words weighed heavily on her chest, each one an anchor pulling her deeper into a sea of doubt. She had entered the city seeking answers, but now she was unsure of what the truth even was. Had she been blind to the dangers that lay hidden within the walls of the forgotten city? Had she truly been prepared for the cost of uncovering its secrets?For a moment, the urge to turn back was overwhelming. The exit seemed so far away, its light barely visible in the distance. But Arabela was not one to shy away from the darkness, not now. Not after everything she had fought for, everything she had sacrificed. She couldn’t let Yilmaz’s fate be her own. She couldn’t let the city claim her as it had claimed him.She took a deep breath and squared her shoulders. *No,* she thought. *I will not let fear control me. I came here for a reason, and I will see it through.*Wit

The battlefield was a cacophony of chaos and clashing steel. Thunder cracked across the darkened skies, illuminating the gruesome war below. The armies of light, led by the resolute Prince Elric, pressed forward against the seemingly indomitable forces of the Dark King.Elric stood at the forefront, his blade, Luminaris, glowing with a golden hue that cut through the darkness like a beacon of hope. Behind him, the army surged, their determination unshaken despite the odds. This was the battle that would decide the fate of their world.The Dark King, towering and clad in impenetrable obsidian armor, stood atop a hill of twisted, lifeless trees. His crimson eyes burned with malice as he raised his dark scepter. "Fools! You think your light can pierce the eternal shadow? You will perish under my reign!" His voice, deep and resonant, echoed across the battlefield.Elric raised his sword high. "Your reign ends today, Tyrandros! The people will no longer cower in fear!" His words rallied hi

The morning after the battle brought a fragile stillness, the kind that only followed great turmoil. The first rays of sunlight spilled across the bloodstained battlefield, illuminating the devastation but also casting a warm glow over the surviving army of light. The land, though ravaged, seemed to breathe again, as though freed from the suffocating grip of darkness. Prince Elric stood on a rise overlooking the plains. His golden cape, torn and weathered, billowed gently in the breeze. In the distance, survivors worked tirelessly, gathering the wounded, honoring the dead, and salvaging what little remained. Their faces were etched with sorrow, but in their eyes glimmered a newfound hope—a spark that had been absent for so long. "Your Highness," General Ralen called out, ascending the slope with a noticeable limp. His injuries, like so many others’, were hastily tended, but his spirit remained unbroken. "The healers report that our numbers are fewer than we feared, though still fa