All Chapters of YOU ARE MY GIRLFRIEND BILLIONAIRE SINCE 1692: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The world was still recovering from the chaos left in the wake of the Heartstone’s destruction. Cities were rebuilding, the skies cleared of the ominous clouds that had once suffocated the earth, and the people began to heal from the scars of war. Yet, there was an undercurrent of unease that no one could shake. The Heartstone had been destroyed, but its shadow still lingered, haunting the edges of reality.Elias and Taryn stood atop the highest tower in the city, watching the horizon, feeling the weight of what had been lost—and what still hung in the balance. There was a subtle disruption in the air, an invisible ripple that hinted at something unfinished, something still tied to the power that had once threatened to unravel time itself.“It’s not over, is it?” Taryn asked, her voice barely above a whisper.Elias’s gaze was distant, his mind racing with the same thoughts. Even though they had destroyed the Heartstone, the echoes of its power still reverberated through the world. And

The air was thick with tension as Taryn, Elias, and Lyra stood on the precipice of the forgotten city’s deepest chamber. The Heartstone’s essence, once thought lost to the ages, now coursed through Taryn’s veins like a living thing. The visions of her ancestors still lingered in her mind, and the weight of her newfound heritage pressed heavily upon her. Yet, there was something more—an ancient whisper that tugged at the edges of her consciousness, calling her to something far greater.“Taryn,” Elias said softly, his eyes scanning the darkened horizon beyond the ruined city. “Do you feel it? There’s a presence here. Something... waiting.”She turned to him, her heart racing as she tried to make sense of the unease that had settled deep within her. The crystal, now dim and dormant in its resting place, had not only awakened her lineage, but it had also connected her to something far older—something forgotten by time itself.Lyra stepped forward, her eyes narrowing as if she too felt the

The moon hung high in the sky, casting a ghostly light over the dense forest as Arabela and Christine continued their hurried journey. The wind had picked up, its mournful howls a stark contrast to the silence that had followed Elias’s last command. Neither of them spoke as they navigated through the darkened path, their minds heavy with the unanswered question—had Elias survived the wraith? Arabela’s heart felt as though it were being torn in two. Elias had saved them, yet they had been forced to leave him behind. She didn’t know if he had intended it to be a sacrifice, or if there had been another choice, but now they had to carry on without him. They couldn’t afford to stop, not when they were so close to the Valley. Suddenly, the ground beneath them shifted. Christine froze, her eyes narrowing. “Did you feel that?” Arabela stopped, her pulse quickening. A rumbling sound, faint at first, then louder, like the earth itself groaning. The trees swayed, their branches creaking un

The air in the temple shifted the moment the figure appeared in the doorway. The oppressive silence hung heavy, thick with anticipation, as if the land itself was holding its breath. Arabela felt the power within her surge, an energy she had only just begun to understand, but even it could not fully shield her from the chilling presence that now filled the room. The figure stood motionless in the entrance, a shadow draped in black, its form taller and more imposing than any mortal man. Its face was obscured, hidden behind a mask of cold metal, but its eyes—crimson and unblinking—locked onto Arabela with a fierce, unsettling gaze. “The Council has sent you, then,” Aric murmured, his voice low, laced with a mixture of disdain and caution. The figure said nothing, but the power in the room seemed to shift, bending toward it as though it were a part of the very stone. Arabela took a step forward, her fingers tightening around the medallion at her neck. She could feel the weight of h

The moon hung high over the dense, misty forest, casting a soft silver glow over the tangled undergrowth. The air was thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, the silence broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves. At the heart of the forest, an ancient clearing emerged, a sacred meeting place known only to those who dared to seek it.Arabela stepped into the clearing, her footsteps barely making a sound on the forest floor. She had heard whispers of the Bark Assembly before, but never had she imagined she would find herself here, in the company of creatures as old as the earth itself. The legends spoke of wolves with eyes that glowed like embers, of trees that whispered secrets to those who listened, and of a gathering that took place only once every century. Tonight, she would bear witness to it.Her eyes scanned the clearing. A circle of enormous oak trees stood sentinel around the perimeter, their twisted roots like ancient veins stretching into the earth. Between them, sh