Chapter Thirty-two

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  PHOEBEI blinked up at the ceiling, wincing a little as pain shot through my shoulder.“Phoebe?” a soft voice said.I turned my head. Mom. Dad. Great Grandpa. All standing there, hovering, eyes wide with relief and exhaustion.“Hey,” I whispered. My voice sounded like sandpaper.“Oh my God,” Mom breathed and came to my side. “You’re awake. Thank God.”I tried to sit up, but she gently pressed my good shoulder down. “Don’t rush it.”“How long?” I asked.“Two days,” Dad said, stepping closer. “You gave us all a scare.”“I got shot, didn’t I?” I managed a weak smile.Dad nodded, face hard. “In the arm. Missed anything vital. You were lucky.”“Where’s… where’s Ramon?” I asked, eyes scanning the room.There was a pause. Then Ramon stepped out from behind Dad, eyes soft, a faint bruise under his jaw.“I’m here,” he said, voice low. “I didn’t leave. I wasn’t going to.”I felt my heart skip. “What happened?”“We got them,” he said. “The police came in time. The men who attacked us…they’re in

• Runaway With Mr. CEO’s Triplets   Chapter 444

  RAMONI had just pulled Phoebe behind me when she went still in my arms.“Phoebe!” I whispered, panic gripping my throat. Her weight sagged against me like a thread cut loose.I dropped to one knee, cradling her, my heart pounding like war drums. Her head lolled against my shoulder, her skin too pale, her lips trembling.“Stay with me…please,” I choked out, brushing the hair from her face.Her eyes fluttered once… then closed. And that was when I saw it, the blood soaking through the thin fabric of her sleeve. It spread quickly, dark and terrifying.“Medic!” I shouted, my voice echoing through the chaos. “She’s been hit!”Damien’s voice boomed from somewhere across the room. “Call an ambulance! Get help now!”The sound of sirens tore through the tension in the air. Red and blue lights danced across the walls, flashing through shattered glass and bullet holes. Doors burst open. Police poured into the room like a tide, uniformed, shouting, guns drawn.“Everyone get down! Drop your weapo

• Runaway With Mr. CEO’s Triplets   Chapter 443

  PHOEBEI was pinned behind Ramon, my back tight against his chest as the world around us exploded.Gunfire shattered the windows, tore through the walls. Each bullet sounded like a bomb, wood cracked, glass rained down in shards. My ears rang. My chest heaved. I couldn’t breathe.Ramon pressed himself over me like a human shield, his arms braced on either side of me, his body tense and unmoving.“Stay down, Phoebe,” he whispered, but his voice shook. “I promise. I won’t let anything happen to you.”I clutched his arm, my fingers digging into his sleeve, gripping tight like he was the only thing keeping me from falling apart. I couldn’t stop trembling. My legs had gone completely numb.Fear burned through my veins like fire. I could barely hear myself think. Every sound was louder than the last, bullets thudding into furniture, plaster raining from the ceiling, someone shouting orders outside.“Why…” I gasped, my voice cracking. “Why are they doing this?”“Richard,” Ramon breathed. “It

• Runaway With Mr. CEO’s Triplets   Chapter 442

  SHAWNAI walked into the sitting room and froze.There they were, Phoebe and Ramon, sitting way too close on the couch. Her eyes were swollen and red, tear stains on her cheeks. Ramon’s hand was on her back, his brows drawn together in that same sad, apologetic look I’d seen too many times.Something snapped in me.“Get out,” I said, my voice sharp and cold.Ramon looked up slowly. “Ms. Shawna…”“I said get out,” I snapped. “You’re not welcome here.”He stood up, like he was going to explain, but I raised a hand. “Don’t. Don’t even try.”Phoebe stood up too, her face pale. “Mom, please. Let me explain…”“No,” I said firmly, looking straight at her. “Not this time, Phoebe. I’m done listening to excuses. I’m done pretending like this is okay.”“He didn’t come here to hurt anyone…”“And you believe that? After everything?” I asked, my voice cracking. “After what happened to Winnie?”Phoebe blinked, her mouth falling slightly open.“He’s not the enemy,” she said quietly. “You don’t know t

• Runaway With Mr. CEO’s Triplets   Chapter 441

  RICHARDI stormed into the lab, slamming the glass door behind me so hard one of the scientists flinched. The lights flickered from the impact, but I didn’t care.“Where is Dr. Yao?” I barked.One of the assistants, a thin young man with glasses too big for his face, stepped forward nervously. “H…He’s in the back, sir.”“Get him,” I snapped, my voice like a whip in the sterile air of the lab.The assistant scurried away. I could hear my own breathing as I stood there, fists clenched. The room smelled like chemicals and cold steel. Machines beeped softly in the corners, and none of the other workers dared look at me.Moments later, Dr. Yao shuffled in. His white coat was smudged, and he was wiping his hands with a cloth, as if that mattered now.“Sir?” he asked cautiously.I didn’t move. “I need progress,” I said, my tone low but sharp. “You told me the process would be stable by now.”Dr. Yao gave a slight bow of the head. “We’re getting closer, Mr. Richard. Much closer than last time

• Runaway With Mr. CEO’s Triplets   Chapter 440

  WINNIEI paced on the wooden dock, waves gently lapping just feet away, my muscles still weak but my mind racing.“Stephen,” I said, voice stiff as I pulled on my damp shirt. “I need to leave this island. Or at least… I need to make a call.”He stood by the doorway, arms crossed over his chest. “There’s no way off the island tonight. And there’s no phone.”My chest sank. “No phone?” I repeated like I hadn’t heard him right.He shook his head, looking tired. “No cell signal, no satellite. Nothing works out here. We’re completely off the grid.”“You’ve got to be kidding me.”“I’m not.”I stared at him in disbelief. “So what? I’m stuck here? There’s nothing? No way to contact the outside world?”He rubbed the back of his neck. “Not unless you count carrier pigeons.”“This isn’t funny, Stephen.”“I’m not trying to be funny.”My fingers clenched into fists at my sides. “You’re seriously telling me I survived a plane crash, a fever, broken ribs, and now I’m just supposed to rot on an island