Runaway With Mr. CEO’s Triplets のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 231 - チャプター 240

SHAWNAI sat at the long metal table in the hospital’s private meeting room, my fingers gripping the edge so tightly that my knuckles turned white. The air was thick with tension, the dim lighting doing nothing to calm the storm inside me. Across from me sat two police officers, a cybercrime specialist, and two professional hackers. They all had the same grim look, the kind that made my stomach twist into painful knots."Time is running out," I said, my voice tight. "You don’t understand, this isn’t just a normal kidnapping. Jasper is in a place where the air is restricted. Do you hear me? He might not have much longer."Detective Harris, the lead officer, nodded, his eyes sharp. "We’re doing everything we can, ma’am. Our teams are already tracking possible locations…""Not possible locations," I snapped, cutting him off. "You need to find the exact place. Because if you don’t, my son is dead."The hacker on the left, a young woman with short black hair and piercing green eyes, adjust

SHAWNAEugene’s scream cut through the sterile air of the hospital, a sound so sharp and guttural that it sent a shiver down my spine. I turned the corner and saw her on the floor, her arms wrapped around herself, shoulders shaking as sobs wracked her body. Nurses whispered, exchanging pitiful glances, but no one dared to approach her.I took a deep breath and stepped forward. "Eugene…""Don’t." Her voice came out raw, thick with grief. She lifted her head, her tear-streaked face twisted with rage. "Don’t you dare come near me."I stopped in my tracks. "I just…""You just what?!" she snapped, pushing herself to her feet. Her eyes burned with fury. "You just came to see the damage you caused? You came to gloat?!"I clenched my jaw. "I came to console you. I know you’re hurting…""Oh, now you care?!" She let out a bitter laugh, her hands trembling. "Where was your care when you dragged my mother into this mess? When you kept pushing, kept poking, until it all spiraled out of control?!"

LIAM The moment Shawna’s call went to voicemail again, I knew something was wrong. She wouldn’t ignore me. Not now. I gritted my teeth, shoving my phone into my pocket. My gut twisted with unease as I turned the corner into the hospital room. Damien was still unconscious, tubes attached to his body, machines beeping steadily. He looked like a shadow of himself. A soft sniffle caught my attention. I turned and found the kids huddled together in the corner, their small bodies pressed close as if holding onto each other would somehow keep them safe. Their eyes were red and puffy, their faces streaked with silent tears. My chest tightened at the sight. They were just kids—scared, confused, and worried about their mother and brother. Beside them, Shawna’s mother sat with her arms wrapped around them, gently stroking their hair. She whispered soft reassurances, her voice steady, but I could see the cracks beneath the surface. Her lips were pressed into a tight line, and her eyes shimmere

JASPERI blinked my eyes open and sat up, rubbing the sleep from my face. This wasn’t my room. My Spider-Man nightlight wasn’t glowing. My big, fluffy blanket wasn’t here. I looked around. The bed was too big, the walls were gray, and the air smelled weird, like old socks and something burnt. Where was I?I slid off the bed, my bare feet touching the cold floor. My tummy felt funny, like when I got scared watching scary cartoons. I walked to the door and pushed it open. The hallway was long and empty.“Hello?” My voice was small.Nothing.I took slow steps, my heart thumping fast. Then I saw him, the man who took me. He was sitting at a table, eating chips, and watching something on his phone.I walked up to him, my fingers curling into fists. “Where are we?” I asked, trying to sound brave. Mommy always said I was her brave little soldier.The man looked up, surprised. “You’re awake.”I nodded. “I had a bad dream. I want my mommy.”The man sighed, putting his phone down. “Kid, your mo

PHOEBEI bounced on the couch, swinging my legs as I watched Grandma stir something in a big pot. The kitchen smelled nice, but I didn’t care about food. I just wanted Mommy. And Daddy. And Uncle Liam. And Jasper."Grandma, when is Mommy coming back? And Daddy? And Uncle Liam? And Jasper?" I asked for the hundredth time.Grandma sighed and wiped her hands on her apron. "Phoebe, sweetheart, they’ll be back soon. Just be patient."I hugged my teddy close and frowned. "But what if they don’t come back? What if they’re lost forever?"Billy, who was lying on the couch beside me, groaned loudly. "They’re not lost forever, Phoebe. Just… stop asking."I turned to him and crossed my arms. "But how do you know? What if something bad happened?"Billy sat up, rubbing his face. "Nothing bad happened. You’re just making stuff up."I pouted. "I am not!"Grandma sighed again, coming over to pat my head. "Sweetheart, your mommy and the others will be back soon. You just have to trust me."I looked dow