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Runaway With Mr. CEO’s Triplets Chapter 474
STEPHENHer hair was a mess, falling over her face and pillow like waves of black ink. One arm was tucked under her cheek, the other flopped over my chest. Her leg was still draped over mine, warm and soft.I didn’t move.I just stared.She looked peaceful. Her lips were slightly parted, one corner of her mouth curved up just a little. A bruise had formed on her bottom lip, from where she’d bitten it while kissing me. I should’ve felt guilty, but all I could think about was how much I wanted to kiss her again.I leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her bare shoulder."You're beautiful," I whispered, knowing she couldn't hear me. "Even when you're asleep."She stirred. Her brows knit together for a second before she blinked slowly.I smiled. "Morning."She mumbled something, her voice groggy and low. "You smell like trouble."I laughed under my breath. "Only a little."She turned her face toward me, eyes still barely open. "Stephen.""Yeah?"She gave a lazy smile. "You're staring.""I
Runaway With Mr. CEO’s Triplets Chapter 473
WINNIEThe second the door closed behind us, I turned around and looked at him.Stephen.His shirt was still rumpled. His jaw was still stained with dried blood. His eyes were on me, tired, but locked in. Alive.And mine.I didn’t wait.I pushed him, gently but fast, against the wall. “I need you,” I breathed.His back hit the hallway wall, and before he could say anything, I kissed him. Hard. My hands grabbed the front of his shirt like I was afraid he’d slip away if I didn’t hold tight.His hands went to my waist.His throat moved as he swallowed.“You scared me,” I said, and my voice cracked. “Don’t ever do that again.”“I won’t,” he whispered. “I promise. I swear.”But it wasn’t enough. I needed more. I needed him real, here, warm under my hands.I kissed him again, my mouth desperate against his. I could feel his heartbeat thudding beneath my palms, feel his breath hitch against my cheek. His hands slid from my waist to my back, up under my shirt, his touch hot and shaking just l
Runaway With Mr. CEO’s Triplets Chapter 472
WINNIEI was pacing. Again.Back and forth in front of Phoebe’s hospital room, like my feet couldn’t stand still, even though my heart already felt like it had stopped a thousand times. My palms were sweaty. I kept rubbing them against my jeans, trying to stop the shaking, but it wasn’t working. Nothing was working.Phoebe was alive.That’s what the nurse had said. That she was stable for now. The doctor would talk to us soon.But the minute I heard the word “alive,” my mind immediately went to him.Stephen.Was he alive too?He’d gone in after her. Bloodied. Beaten. Unbreakable, but still human. Still bleeding when they wheeled him in.“Where is he?” I whispered to myself for maybe the hundredth time.I hated this hallway. I hated the silence. The waiting. The fear.Then I heard footsteps.I turned fast.And there he was.Stephen.Walking toward me like something out of a nightmare and a dream all at once. His shirt was stained with blood, still dried in dark patches across his chest
Runaway With Mr. CEO’s Triplets Chapter 471
RAMONI carried her in my arms, her head resting against my chest. Her body was trembling, and her skin felt cold. I could feel how weak she was, how much pain she was in. Her breathing was shallow, but she was conscious."You’re okay. You’re okay, babe. Just hang in there," I said softly, holding her tighter as I walked as fast as I could through the broken hallway.She gave a faint smile, barely lifting her lips. "You’re not as smooth when you’re scared, you know that?"I let out a shaky laugh. My chest was tight. I could still hear the echoes of gunshots behind us. The chaos, the blood, the screaming. But she was alive. She was here."Can’t be smooth when I almost lost you," I muttered, not even realizing how broken I sounded."You didn’t," she whispered. "I’m still here. Just… sore.""Just sore," I repeated, more to myself than her. "You scared the hell out of me, Phoebe.""I scare everyone. It’s part of my charm," she said, her voice weak, but still teasing.We found a corner far
Runaway With Mr. CEO’s Triplets Chapter 470
PHOEBEThe first shot rang out like thunder, tearing through the tension in the air.Crack!The first shot rang out like thunder, tearing through the tension in the air.Crack!Everything exploded at once.Richard’s gun flew out of his hand as he stumbled backward with a scream. He clutched his shoulder, his face twisted in pain. Blood soaked through the fabric of his shirt, fast and dark. The sound of the shot still rang in my ears, deafening and sharp.Stephen was already moving, faster than anyone else. Before I could blink, he dove behind a rusted piece of machinery, his gun up and ready. More shots followed, one after another, echoing like bombs inside the old warehouse.The hostages screamed behind their gags, muffled cries of terror. Their eyes were wide and wild, some of them frozen in fear, others thrashing against their restraints.It was chaos.My mind screamed move, and I did.“Get down!” I yelled, my voice hoarse as I ran toward my cousin.My lungs burned. Every step felt
Runaway With Mr. CEO’s Triplets Chapter 469
RICHARDI drove in silence.The engine purred beneath me like a beast I had full control of. The sun was dipping, orange light spilling across the cracked windows of the abandoned city streets. Lennox Street. Warehouse district. Perfect spot for a showdown.I parked two blocks away."Get them out," I told Bryce.He opened the back door of the van and dragged out the two figures. Bound. Gagged. Scared. Just the way I needed them."She said she wanted to end it," I muttered, lighting a cigarette. "Let's see how serious she really is."Phoebe. So predictable. Brave when no one was looking. I knew she'd try something eventually. I just didn’t expect her to grow a spine this soon. That fire in her, she didn’t get it from her father. That was all me.I flicked ash to the ground and stared at the warehouse in the distance. A forgotten place for forgotten people. Rust hugged the beams like a second skin. Windows were cracked, broken like promises. It was perfect.I adjusted my coat, smoothed
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