Semua Bab Runaway With Mr. CEO’s Triplets: Bab 251 - Bab 260

SHAWNAThe day had been long and full of emotions. Damien had disappeared early in the morning with the kids, leaving me to spend time with my mother. I appreciated the quiet moments with her, but I couldn't shake the curiosity about where he had gone. He hadn’t said much before leaving, just kissed my forehead and told me he had plans.Later in the day, I was surprised when Damien’s mother showed up at the house. I had expected tension, maybe another disagreement, but instead, she looked almost... apologetic.“I owe you an apology,” she said, sitting across from me in the living room.I blinked, surprised. “For what?”“For how I spoke to you yesterday. I wasn’t being fair. I was so caught up in my own vision of the wedding that I didn’t stop to consider what you and Damien truly wanted.”I exhaled softly, the weight of our previous conversation still lingering. “I appreciate you saying that.”She sighed. “I see how much Damien loves you, how much the kids adore you. I was wrong to tr

SHAWNAThe flight felt endless. Even with the luxury surrounding me—the plush leather seats, the soft hum of the engines, and the attentive flight attendants—I couldn’t shake the feeling of irritation. I kept shifting in my seat, trying to find a comfortable position, but nothing seemed to help. The cabin was too quiet, too empty. Every time I reached for my phone, I was reminded that I had no service, no messages from Damien checking in on me.I sighed and stared out the window, watching as the sky slowly shifted from a deep blue to a golden hue. The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm glow over the clouds. It should have been beautiful, but all I could think about was how much I hated flying alone.After what felt like forever, the pilot’s voice crackled through the speakers, announcing our descent. I straightened up, stretching my arms before fastening my seatbelt. Finally. At least this lonely trip was almost over.The plane glided smoothly onto the runway, the tires touching

EUGENEI watched Kyle pace the room, his jaw clenched, his hands running through his hair in frustration.“This is reckless, Eugene,” he said finally, stopping to face me. His blue eyes burned with an intensity that made my chest tighten. “You can’t keep thriving on violence. It has to stop.”I folded my arms, feeling the weight of his words press down on me. “I need justice, Kyle.”“Justice?” He let out a bitter laugh. “Is that what you’re calling it now?”“Yes,” I shot back. “My mother was murdered, Kyle! I can’t just let that go.”He sighed and shook his head. “I know how much you loved her. I know how much this hurts. But revenge won’t bring her back. It won’t heal you. It’ll only drag you further into the darkness you’ve been fighting for so long.”I swallowed hard, unwilling to meet his gaze. I hated that he was right. I hated that deep down, I knew he was right. But the anger in my chest refused to let go. The pain still clawed at me, demanding justice, demanding retribution.“

SHAWNAThe moment Phoebe’s words left her mouth, I felt the air shift in the room. "I’m moving out soon."For a second, there was only silence. Then, I let out a small laugh, assuming she was joking. "Phoebe, sweetheart, the mansion is big enough for you to have your own wing if you need space."Phoebe sighed, shaking her head. "It’s not about space, Mom. I just feel like I’ve outgrown living at home. I need to be on my own, start making my own decisions."Billy frowned. "Why are you talking like that? The house is big enough. We literally go days without seeing each other if we wanted to."Jasper nodded. "Yeah, and if not for Mom’s family traditions, we probably wouldn’t even eat together half the time."I forced a smile, though my heart ached. "Sweetheart, we can talk about this after the anniversary, okay? Let’s not make any decisions right now."Phoebe hesitated before nodding. "Okay."I turned and walked toward the hallway, trying to keep my emotions in check. My chest felt tight

SHAWNAThe party had finally wound down, and the house was quiet again. The only sounds were the distant chatter of staff cleaning up and the occasional rustle of leaves outside. I exhaled, rubbing my temples as I sat on the edge of the bed. The night had been long—filled with laughter, memories, and, of course, unexpected chaos.Damien stood near the window, staring out into the darkness. His arms were crossed, and his jaw was tense. I knew that look all too well. He was still thinking about the man who had been pushed into the pool.Before I could say anything, muffled voices carried down the hallway. I sighed. “They’re still at it.”Damien turned his head slightly, listening. “It’s been all night with them. They don’t let anything go.”I let out a tired laugh, but my head ached too much to find it amusing. Outside the bedroom, Billy, Jasper, and Phoebe were still arguing.“I’m just saying it’s weird,” Billy insisted. “He didn’t even give his last name. Who does that?”“Oh my God, B