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Runaway With Mr. CEO’s Triplets Chapter 463
PHOEBEI was curled up on the couch when the door opened.The moment I heard Ramon’s footsteps, I sat up straighter. He looked tired, his shirt was slightly wrinkled, and there were shadows under his eyes I hadn’t seen earlier.He closed the door behind him and gave me a look I couldn’t quite read. Then he dropped the small black backpack he was carrying onto the coffee table.“You okay?” I asked, standing to meet him halfway.He nodded. “Yeah. I mean… as okay as I can be after what I just saw.”I tilted my head. “What do you mean?”He sat down, ran a hand through his hair, and let out a long breath. “I went to see Maddox.”I sat beside him. “The hacker guy you mentioned?”“Yeah. He owed me a favor.” Ramon opened the bag and pulled out a flash drive. “He broke into Richard’s secured server.”My stomach clenched. “And?”“There’s more going on than we thought,” he said. His voice was low now, serious. “Richard isn’t just hiding. He’s running something… big. Something called Project Resu
Runaway With Mr. CEO’s Triplets Chapter 462
RAMONThe neon lights from the cybercafe flickered against the cracked pavement as I stepped out of my car. I had explained to Stephen and Mr Damien that I had someone that could help us with Richard’s whereabouts. I pulled my hoodie further over my head and glanced around. No tails. No shadows. Good.The air inside was stale, warm, full of buzz and faint typing sounds. In the far corner, behind a scratched-up booth, sat Maddox. Skinny, twitchy fingers. Eyes like a raccoon. Hoodie with holes. Same as ever.I slid into the booth. He didn’t look up."You’re late," Maddox mumbled, fingers dancing across the keys."You owe me, remember?""I remember everything. Just like your uncle still owes me thirty grand and a bullet in the foot.""You said you’d help. Don’t start playing games now."He sighed and pushed his glasses up his nose. "Alright, alright. I got into his private server. Took me two days. That thing is locked down like Fort Knox dipped in paranoia."My stomach tightened. "And?"
Runaway With Mr. CEO’s Triplets Chapter 461
WINNIEThe package was small. Brown paper, no return address. It sat on the front porch like it didn’t hold something that could crack a person open.I didn’t even know it was for me at first. It just had my name, Winnie, scrawled across the top in black ink.No one else was around. Or I had no idea where they were. I carried it inside, closed the front door quietly, and sat on the couch with the box in my lap. My heart was already racing, like I could feel something off about it.I peeled back the paper.Inside, a single flash drive sat on a piece of black velvet.No note. No explanation.Just the drive.I stared at it for a long time. My fingers hovered over the edges of the box, like touching it might set something off. I didn’t know why, but my stomach twisted into a knot. Something about it felt… off. Deliberate.Finally, I picked it up and walked to my room. I shut the door gently behind me, turned the lock, and sat at my desk. The flash drive was small and cold in my hand.I pl
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RAMONThe morning light slipped through the curtains, painting soft lines across the sheets. I lay still for a moment, eyes fixed on the ceiling, heart oddly calm. The soft rhythm of Phoebe’s breathing beside me grounded me. Safe. For now.I turned my head, watching her sleep. Her hair was messy from the night before, one arm flung carelessly across the bed. She looked peaceful, and for a second, I let myself believe that maybe all of this would pass soon. Maybe we’d get through it.I reached out and brushed my fingers gently over her cheek. She stirred but didn’t wake."I love you," I whispered, even though she couldn’t hear it.I got up quietly, showered, and dressed, careful not to wake her. I left a note on her nightstand just in case she woke up before I got back. Then I slipped out of the room.Mr. Damien and Stephen were already outside. Mr. Damien was sipping coffee, arms crossed as he leaned against the railing. Stephen was pacing slightly, a map rolled out on the hood of the
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WINNIEI found him near the edge of the garden, leaning back on the bench under the tree with his head tilted toward the stars. The soft golden lights strung above cast a glow over his face, and for a moment, I just stood there watching him.“Hey,” I said softly.Stephen looked over at me and smiled, that calm, quiet smile of his that always made my heart skip a little. “Hey yourself.”I walked over and sat beside him, tucking my dress under me. “You disappeared.”“You looked busy with Phoebe,” he said. “Didn’t want to interrupt.”“Busy trying to keep her sane,” I laughed gently. “But I’m off-duty now.”He nodded, looking ahead at the trees. “It’s peaceful out here.”“Yeah,” I murmured. “You okay? Your side?”He touched his ribs lightly, wincing. “Still sore. But I’ll live.”I glanced at him, hesitating. Then I blurted, “I was scared. When I saw you bleeding earlier.”Stephen turned to me slowly, his brow lifting. “You were?”I looked down at my fingers, embarrassed. “Of course I was.
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PHOEBERamon held stiff for a minute, then relaxed, putting his arms around me, engulfing me in his body heat.“I loved this.”I lifted my chin so I could look up at him. I opened my mouth to say something. What, I wasn’t sure. But the next thing I knew, his lips were on mine again.His hands slid over my back, to my butt, and rested there for a second. I pressed tighter against him, taking the kiss deeper. The energy shift between us was seamless, from comforting and pained to needy and lustful.My clothes were easy to remove. He only had to slide my pants down my legs and yank off my hoodie and shirt.When I was naked, he surveyed me. I hadn’t worn a bra, and my nipples peaked when he ran his gaze over them. His big hands reached up to cup my breasts and we both shuddered.He was far too overdressed. I attacked the button on his jeans, struggling with the stiff denim. He tried to help, but his hands were more in the way than anything else.“You do your shirt,” I ordered, trying t
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