Todos los capítulos de Runaway With Mr. CEO’s Triplets: Capítulo 221 - Capítulo 230

SHAWNAI stared at the small box in Damien’s hands, my heart hammering in my chest. For a moment, I didn’t even know what to think. A thousand thoughts flooded my mind, all of them racing too fast to catch. I had a sinking feeling in my gut, something was happening here that I wasn’t sure if I was ready for it. I swallowed hard and took a step back, my pulse quickening.“Damien…” I whispered, my voice trembling with nerves. “Please don’t do this.”He looked at me, his face soft, his eyes steady and full of sincerity. But the weight of what I suspected was hanging between us, and I couldn’t help it, I needed to say it. “I know what you’re thinking, but please… don’t.”He didn’t say anything at first. He just smiled, and that’s when it hit me. My heart dropped into my stomach as he slowly knelt on one knee. The crowd inside the party was far away, but it felt like everything had stopped at that moment. I could hear my heartbeat pounding in my ears. I didn’t know whether to freeze or run

DAMIENPain. That was the first thing I felt when I opened my eyes. A dull, pounding ache throbbed at the back of my skull, and my body felt heavy, sore. The harsh white lights of the hospital room made me squint. I tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through my ribs, making me groan.“Damien, take it easy.”I turned my head, wincing. My father’s worried face hovered over me, and beside him, my mother’s red-rimmed eyes stared at me, full of concern.“What happened?” My voice came out hoarse, my throat dry.“You got hit on the head,” Dad said, his voice firm but gentle. “You have a mild concussion and some bleeding, but the doctors said you’ll be okay.”My memory rushed back like a tidal wave. The gunmen. The chaos. Shawna screaming. Jasper being taken. My heart pounded harder than my aching skull.“The kids—where are my kids?” I demanded, pushing myself up despite the pain.My mother placed a hand on my arm, trying to soothe me. “Billy and Phoebe are safe. Shawna’s mother took them

SHAWNAI froze as the door creaked open. I could barely breathe, the air thick with tension, as the boy stepped inside the dimly lit room. My heart pounded in my chest, so loudly I thought it would burst. He was just a kid, but there was nothing childlike about him now. His eyes were cold, filled with something so dark, I couldn’t even recognize it. I didn’t want to recognize it.Eugene let out a harsh laugh from the chair, her voice rough and tired. “So, you’re back for revenge, huh?” she said, looking the boy up and down. “I thought you’d be older by now. Guess time hasn’t been too kind to you, huh?” She shifted in the chair, her eyes glaring at him. “Too bad your parents aren’t here to see what you’ve become. You really think this is gonna fix anything?” Her tone was challenging like she wasn’t afraid of him.The boy’s expression twisted with rage, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. “You think this is a joke?” His voice shook, but it wasn’t with fear. It was with pure, unf

SHAWNAMy hands trembled as I stared at Eugene, desperation clawing at my chest. The small red light on the camera blinked steadily, like a warning, like a countdown to disaster. The boy stood behind it, silent but filled with rage, his gaze sharp and unforgiving. The air in the room was heavy, suffocating, as if the walls themselves were closing in on us."Just confess," I whispered, my voice raw with fear and exhaustion. "Please, Eugene. This has gone too far."Eugene let out a sharp laugh, shaking her head. "Confess? Are you insane?" She scoffed, folding her arms like this was some kind of joke. "I’m not going to prison. Not for this. Not for anything."My nails dug into my palms. I could barely breathe. How could she be so selfish, so blind? Didn’t she see what was at stake?"This isn't about you anymore!" I snapped, my voice rising. "Jasper is out there, scared, alone. Every second you refuse to take responsibility, you’re pushing him closer to death."Eugene rolled her eyes. "Oh

EUGENEI slammed the door behind me, my breath ragged, my heart racing. "We need to leave. Now."My mother looked up from the couch, a glass of wine in her hand. She arched a brow, unimpressed. "And why exactly are we running like rats, Eugene?"I gritted my teeth. "Because everything is falling apart! That stupid boy—he turned on us! He had the perfect leverage, and he wasted it!" I threw my bag on the floor. "Damien got involved, and now there’s a mess. If that idiot had just done what he was supposed to—""Calm down," my mother said, swirling her wine. "You’re not making any sense.""Oh, I’m making perfect sense!" I spat. "That kid wasn’t supposed to rebel like this! If I had known he would be this much of a problem, I would’ve dealt with him myself! He had Shawna right in front of him, but he was too fixated on his stupid revenge!" I ran a hand through my hair. "And now Damien is shot, the police will be everywhere, and if they get to that boy before we do, everything we’ve done w