All Chapters of YOU ARE MY GIRLFRIEND BILLIONAIRE SINCE 1692: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

The gates of the fortress groaned as they slowly opened, revealing a long, dark corridor lined with jagged stones and flickering torches. The air was thick with the stench of decay, and the walls seemed to pulse with a malevolent energy, as though the very stones were alive with the dark magic that had corrupted the land. Elric and Alara stood at the threshold, eyes narrowed, ready for the final confrontation.But as they stepped into the fortress, a sense of unease settled over them. The atmosphere was oppressive, as though the walls themselves were closing in, testing their resolve. Elric could feel the weight of destiny pressing down on him, but something was wrong. The silence was unnerving, too quiet for a place so filled with power. The only sound was their footsteps echoing down the narrow corridor."I don't like this," Alara murmured, her voice barely a whisper. "It’s too still. Like we're walking into a trap."Elric nodded, his hand tightening around the hilt of Luminaris. "B

The battle had ended, but the war was far from over.Elric stood on the edge of the citadel, gazing out over the ruined landscape, his thoughts heavy. The destruction of the Protector had been a hard-won victory, but the victory felt hollow, as if the earth itself held its breath, waiting for something darker to emerge from the shadows. The warning of the Protector echoed in his mind: *“Fate cannot be outrun.”*Alara joined him on the balcony, her face pale but determined. "We’ve won this battle, Elric. But what’s next? The Protector may be gone, but there’s something more behind all of this."Elric turned to her, his brow furrowed. "I don’t know, Alara. But I can feel it—there’s a darkness creeping in, something that isn’t being spoken. The real war... it’s still out there, waiting."They both knew that the forces of darkness were not defeated in one strike. There were whispers, ancient and elusive, of a silent war that had been waged beneath the surface for centuries—a war fought in

The cold press of steel against Arabela’s back froze her in place. For a fleeting moment, the sound of her heartbeat drowned out everything else—the whispers of the ballroom, the faint hum of distant music, even the sharp intake of her breath.“Drop the map,” the voice commanded. It was low, measured, and devoid of emotion.Slowly, Arabela let the map slip from her fingers, the parchment fluttering to the desk like a fallen leaf. She raised her hands in a gesture of compliance, her mind racing. The unseen hand had a face now, but she wasn’t about to let this end here.“You’ve gone to a lot of trouble for this,” she said evenly, her voice betraying none of the turmoil roiling inside. “Care to tell me why?”The man chuckled, a sound as sharp and cold as the blade he held. “Curiosity is a dangerous habit, Ms. Arabela. But since you’re about to disappear, I suppose it doesn’t matter.”From the corner of her eye, Arabela spotted the faintest movement outside the room. Christine. Her partne

The grand ballroom of the Castillan estate was adorned with glittering chandeliers, their soft light casting golden hues across the marble floor. Nobles and dignitaries milled about, their faces masked with polite smiles and feigned indifference, though the undercurrent of tension was palpable.Arabela stood near one of the towering arched windows, her emerald gown shimmering like the ocean under the moonlight. Her eyes, sharp and calculating, scanned the crowd. The weight of her mission pressed heavily on her shoulders, yet she maintained an air of grace and poise."Christine," she murmured, her voice barely audible over the hum of conversations. Beside her, Christine tightened her grip on the crystal goblet she held, her silver dress a stark contrast to Arabela's vibrant attire. Christine's gaze followed Arabela's line of sight, landing on Lord Mortimer, the very man whose secrets could unravel their plans or secure their victory."He's moving toward the east wing," Christine noted,

The moment Christine’s fingers wrapped around the Heart of Darkness, a surge of raw, untamed power surged through her, almost knocking her to her knees. The artifact seemed to come alive in her hands, its dark energy swirling around her like a tempest. Arabela stood by her side, struggling to keep her balance as the room shook violently, the ancient stone walls groaning under the pressure of the unleashed force.For a brief, heart-stopping moment, the entire temple seemed to hold its breath, suspended between the past and the future, between fate and choice. The guardians—those monstrous, otherworldly beings—lay motionless, their eyes filled with a strange, almost mournful light.But the silence was shattered by a voice. A whisper that echoed from the very core of the temple, ancient and wise, yet filled with a deep sorrow."Why do you seek the Heart?" it asked, its voice so cold it sent chills down Arabela’s spine. "Do you believe you can control it? Do you believe it will serve you?