Semua Bab Runaway With Mr. CEO’s Triplets: Bab 181 - Bab 190

KYLEI leaned against the door, watching the scene between Damien, Stacey, and my father unfold with mild disinterest. These dramatic exchanges had become routine, and I was tired of being caught in the middle of their endless tug-of-war. Stacey was barking out retorts like her life depended on it, while Damien’s father looked ready to burst a blood vessel. It was all predictable until I noticed Damien’s left hand.Twitching.He tucked it behind Stacey as casually as possible, but I’d seen it. Damien’s finger only twitched when he was lying. Always had.What could he be lying about?I leaned forward, narrowing my eyes as I tried to decipher his face. But before I could piece anything together, Damien called a truce and walked off with Stacey into the garden.That evening, I decided to join them.“Mind if I join?” I asked, plopping down on the chair before Stacey could get a word out.Her eyes narrowed into slits, and her lips pressed into a thin line. If looks could kill, I’d be six f

SHAWNAKyle was sneaking around, and I wasn’t about to let him ruin everything we had worked so hard to set up.“Are you sure about this?” Liam whispered. His breath fogged in the cold air as he looked at me concernedly.I nodded, my jaw tight. “We can’t let him figure out what’s going on. If he does…”Before I could finish, Kyle took a cautious step away from the car, glancing around like he expected someone to pounce.“Now,” I hissed, grabbing Liam’s arm.We darted out from the shadows, Liam grabbing Kyle by the arm before he could take another step.“What the—!” Kyle yelped, stumbling as Liam’s grip tightened. His face twisted in surprise, his eyes darting from Liam to me. “Shawna? What the hell are you doing here?”I crossed my arms, glaring at him. “I should be asking you the same thing. Why are you sneaking around?”Kyle’s shock quickly morphed into a sly grin. “Sneaking around? Oh, come on. You’re the ones lurking in the dark, pouncing on people like some secret agents. What ar

SHAWNA The moment I stepped through my front door, I slammed it shut, leaning against it to catch my breath. My head spun from the confrontation with Eugene, but I couldn’t dwell on it. There was no way I was risking everything I’d worked for to clean up her mess. Not long after, there was a knock at the door. I groaned, hoping it wasn’t Damien returning to pester me about the contract. Liam and Damien stood there when I opened it, looking serious. “What now?” I muttered, stepping aside to let them in. Liam gave me a small smile. “We need to talk.” I crossed my arms. “If this is about Eugene, save it. I’ve made my decision.” “You’re being stubborn,” Damien said, his tone clipped. “I’m being practical,” I shot back. “Eugene and her mother have done nothing but take advantage of me. Why should I do anything that benefits them?” “Because it’s the right thing to do,” Liam said gently. “You’ve always cared about people, Shawna. Don’t let this change who you are.” I shook m

SHAWNADamien’s eyes narrowed as he caught the subtle shift in my expression. “What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice low but edged with concern.I swallowed hard and handed him my phone. “Read this.”Damien’s jaw tightened as he scanned the message on my phone, his knuckles going white around the edges of the device. When his eyes finally met mine, they were full of determination. “We can’t give her Eugene. That’s like signing her death warrant.”I crossed my arms and started pacing, the words spilling out before I could stop them. “Maybe she deserves it. After everything she’s done, Damien… the lies, the manipulation. But even if I wanted to do the right thing, we don’t have a lot of options right now.”Damien stepped in front of me, catching my arm gently but firmly, making me stop in my tracks. “Shawna, listen to me,” he said, his voice calm but intense. “We’ll figure something out. But we’re not handing Eugene over to Stacey. That’s non-negotiable.”I yanked my arm free and stepped b

CARAThe whisky burned going down, but the conversation with Stacey burned even more. I leaned back in the plush chair, swirling my glass, and smirked at my sister. Stacey always had this cool, calculating vibe that made me feel both impressed and a little uneasy.“So, what’s the next move?” I asked, raising an eyebrow as I leaned back in my chair, cradling the glass of whisky in my hand. “You’ve got Shawna wrapped around your finger. Spill it—what’s the plan?”Stacey leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table, her lips curling into that sly smile of hers. The kind that made you nervous even when you were on her side. “It’s enough that they don’t know we’re sisters,” she said, her voice smooth as silk. “That alone gives us the element of surprise.”I couldn’t help but laugh. “You’ve got a point. Can you imagine their faces if they found out? Shawna would lose her mind.” I sipped my drink, still chuckling. “She thinks she’s so clever. Little does she know, she’s playing right into