All Chapters of YOU ARE MY GIRLFRIEND BILLIONAIRE SINCE 1692: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The shards of the broken mirror scattered across the ground, each piece reflecting a fraction of the truth Arabela had long avoided. She stood, breath heavy, as the last of the darkness receded, leaving her standing in a room of silence and shadows. Her chest still ached from the wound—the remnants of the betrayal she had suffered—but the sharp pangs of pain were nothing compared to the weight pressing on her soul.The reflection had been a warning, but it had also been a revelation. The shadows had tried to consume her, but it wasn’t just their darkness she had to fear. It was the part of herself she had been running from, the part that feared she was becoming something she didn’t want to be. The power she had sought had almost claimed her, but now, more than ever, Arabela knew that true strength wasn’t in the ability to control—but in the courage to resist.Christine stood by her side, her eyes locked on the shattered mirror, but her posture was unwavering. "Are you alright?" she as

The skies above the land were ominous, dark clouds churning with a ferocity that mirrored the turmoil within Arabela's heart. The air was thick, heavy with the promise of conflict, as though the world itself braced for what was to come. Every step she took felt weighed down, not just by the gravity of her decisions but by the storm brewing in the distance—both outside and within. Christine walked beside her, silent but watchful. Their journey had been long, and the days ahead would be even longer. The threads of alliances were fraying, the fragile balance between light and shadow teetering on the edge of collapse. "You feel it, don’t you?" Christine finally said, her voice cutting through the oppressive silence. Arabela nodded, her gaze fixed on the horizon. "It’s everywhere. The world knows something is coming. The shadows are restless, the Assembly is desperate, and we’re caught in the middle." Christine paused, her hand brushing against the hilt of her sword. "Not just us.

The grand hall of the ancestral mansion was cloaked in an atmosphere of tension and anticipation. Chandeliers hung like glowing sentinels above, casting intricate shadows on the polished marble floor. Arabela stood at the center, her posture straight and unyielding, a testament to her determination. This was it—the final trial, the culmination of centuries-old secrets, betrayals, and love.Christine stood beside her, a quiet pillar of support. Her hand brushed against Arabela’s, a silent reminder that they were in this together. Around them, family members, business allies, and rivals gathered, their gazes sharp and unrelenting. The trial would determine not only the fate of Arabela’s legacy but also the strength of their bond.---### The Accusations A lawyer representing the claimants—a distant branch of the family—stepped forward, presenting evidence that the family fortune was built on fraudulent practices centuries ago. If proven true, it would not only tarnish the family’s nam

The morning sun rose over the sprawling estate, casting golden light across the lush gardens and the towering mansion. Despite the triumph of the Guardian Test, Arabela and Christine both felt a sense of unease. The elders had requested one final meeting, cryptically naming it **"The Choice of All Things."** In the grand hall, the couple stood before the council of elders. Their solemn faces made it clear that this was no mere formality. “Arabela,” the eldest among them began, his voice heavy with authority, “the Guardian Test was a measure of your worthiness. But to truly secure your place as the head of this family, you must now make the ultimate choice.” ---### **The Three Paths** The elder gestured toward a large wooden table where three objects were placed: 1. **A Crown** – Symbolizing absolute power and control over the family empire. 2. **A Seedling** – Representing growth, innovation, and the willingness to rebuild from the ground up. 3. **A Ring** – A symbol of

The days following the storm were deceptively calm. Arabela and Christine worked tirelessly to stabilize the family’s empire, addressing the fallout from the dissenters’ betrayal. However, beneath the surface, tensions simmered. The ones who had left the hall during the confrontation had not disappeared quietly—they were gathering strength, waiting for the right moment to strike. Arabela felt the weight of her responsibilities pressing harder with each passing day. For every problem they solved, two more seemed to arise. It wasn’t just the dissenters; it was the business itself, the family’s fractured trust, and the expectations placed on her shoulders. One evening, as she reviewed a stack of reports, Christine entered the room, concern etched across her face. “You’ve been at this for hours,” Christine said softly. “You need to rest.” “I can’t,” Arabela replied, her voice clipped. “There’s too much at stake.” Christine knelt beside her, taking her hand. “You’re not alone in