Semua Bab Runaway With Mr. CEO’s Triplets: Bab 211 - Bab 220

DAMIEN“Alright, Dad,” I said, leaning against the wall of the study. “Let’s hear it. Grandpa says you tried to kill him. Care to explain?”My father’s head snapped up, his expression flipping between disbelief and annoyance. “He said what?”“You heard me,” I replied, crossing my arms. “He says you plotted to kill him for the company.”Dad groaned and ran a hand over his face, muttering something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like a curse. “Damien, your grandfather has always been dramatic, but this? This is a new low.”“I told you he wouldn’t believe me,” Grandpa chimed in, leaning casually on his cane. He didn’t seem the least bit concerned about the chaos he’d just stirred up.“Maybe because it sounds like something out of a bad soap opera,” I shot back.Dad sighed deeply, rubbing his temples. “Damien, your grandfather’s ‘assassination’ story is ridiculous. Here’s what actually happened.” He turned his gaze to the old man. “After your accident, when you miraculously re

SHAWNADamien’s mother raised a perfectly manicured brow. “Surprised to see us, Shawna?”“Uh, yeah,” I admitted, gripping the door a little tighter. “I wasn’t expecting you.”“Well,” Damien’s father said, his voice cool but pointed, “it’s the same way we weren’t expecting to find out we had grandchildren.”I sucked in a breath, the guilt and anger swirling in my chest. Before I could even think of a response, my mother appeared behind me, her presence as sharp as ever.“Perhaps,” she said, her tone cutting like a knife, “if you’d treated my daughter well, you would’ve known she was pregnant before you threw her out.”The tension in the air thickened, and I glanced between them nervously. Damien’s mother's confident expression faltered, and she exchanged a guilty look with her husband.“We… we were wrong,” she said finally, her voice softer now. “We made a terrible mistake, Shawna, and we’re here to ask for your forgiveness.”I stared at her, speechless. I had imagined this moment a hu

SHAWNAI let out a heavy sigh, leaning back in my chair as I recounted my earlier conversation with Damien to Liam. “He said I should go shopping to find something that makes me feel beautiful for the party,” I said, shaking my head. “He’s acting like everything is fine, like we didn’t go through all that mess.”Liam shrugged casually, fiddling with the edge of a folder on my desk. “Shawna, we both know your heart has always belonged to Damien,” he said matter-of-factly.His words caught me off guard, and I frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”“It means,” he began, leaning against the desk, “that’s why it was so easy for me to fall out of love with you. I’ve always thought you and Damien would end up together after… you know, that night.”I gave him a small smile, one that didn’t reach my eyes. “That’s not fair, Liam. You’re making it sound like I didn’t care about you.”“You did,” he said quickly, his tone softening. “But not the way you care about him. I’ve seen the way you blus

SHAWNAThe cold night air wrapped around me as I stepped out of the police station, frustration burning hotter than the chill. I could still hear the officer’s condescending tone in my head, telling me I had no clearance to see the files. Like hell I didn’t. I had every right to know the so-called evidence that magically proved Eugene was framed.I barely took two steps when I heard the unmistakable click of heels behind me.“Oh, I understand perfectly,” a familiar voice interrupted.I turned sharply, my stomach twisting as I faced Eugene’s mother. She stood there, pristine as ever,her arms were crossed, and her expression unreadable, but there was something in her eyes that made my skin crawl.“You couldn’t just leave it alone, could you?” she said, shaking her head in mock disappointment.My jaw clenched. “Why are you following me?”She let out a soft, almost amused sigh. “Because I know you, Shawna. I knew you wouldn’t let this go. I knew you’d come running here the moment you foun

SHAWNAI stepped into the party, feeling the weight of the night ahead of me. The music was loud, the chatter was constant, and everywhere I looked, there was laughter and smiles. It was a lively scene, and for a moment, I almost felt like I belonged. Almost. My kids were excited, running ahead with my mother and grandfather, eager to be part of the action. I tried to hide my nerves behind a smile, but tonight wasn’t just any night.I barely got a chance to breathe before I saw Eugene. She was standing near the buffet table, looking as perfect as always, her eyes scanning the room, no doubt for me. She had that smirk on her face, the one that always sent a shiver down my spine. It was the kind of smirk that told you she thought she was better than you, that she could ruin your life with a single look if she wanted to. And just when I thought I could slip past her, I felt her eyes lock onto me, and it was like the world slowed down.“Shawna,” Eugene called out, her voice oozing with sa