Semua Bab Runaway With Mr. CEO’s Triplets: Bab 321 - Bab 330

PHOEBEAs soon as we got to the house, my heart started racing a little. I glanced at Ramon beside me, who looked like he was walking into a haunted mansion instead of my childhood home. His hand was a little clammy in mine, and I gave it a small squeeze to remind him I was right there.“It’ll be fine,” I whispered, though I wasn’t sure I fully believed it myself.He gave a tight nod. “I’m trusting you.”I nodded back, smiled to reassure him, and stepped up to the door. My stomach twisted as I rang the bell. Every second that passed felt like it stretched on forever. Ramon shifted beside me, pulling at his sleeve, clearly nervous. I could practically feel his thoughts buzzing just under his skin.Then, with a soft creak, the door opened.And there he was, Billy.He stood like a statue, tall and square-shouldered, with that usual unreadable look on his face. His eyes scanned me, softening just a little, and then he gave me that familiar, half-hearted smile.“Hey, Phoebs,” he said, voic

RAMONI took a small sip of water, trying not to fidget too much. The food on my plate was delicious but my nerves were still high. I was trying hard to stay calm, to not show how much every little glance or question from her brothers made my stomach twist.I hadn’t expected them to be this intense. Every word they said felt like it came with a double meaning. Every joke had a sharp edge. And every look in my direction was like I was some kind of puzzle they didn’t trust but were determined to figure out.Still, I didn’t want to mess this up. I didn’t want Phoebe to regret bringing me here.“Thank you, Grandma,” I said quietly, giving her a small smile. “For standing up for me… and for the food. Everything tastes amazing.”Her face lit up instantly, her whole expression softening. “Oh, don’t mention it,” she said with a little chuckle, waving me off. “You’ve got manners, which is more than I can say for some people at this table.”Her tone was playful, but her eyes were sharp as she s

RAMONI sighed the second I stepped into the living room and saw him, my uncle, leaning against the doorway like he owned the damn place. His arms crossed over his chest, face twisted with that same old smirk that always made me want to punch something.“What the hell are you doing here?” I asked, tossing my keys on the table harder than I meant to.He didn’t flinch. “I should be asking you that. What the hell were you doing having dinner with them?”I blinked at him, still trying to shake off the warmth from Phoebe’s kiss. “I told you, I’m handling it.”“Handling it?” His voice turned sharp. “You were dining with our enemy like you’re some long-lost son of the family. You were smiling, laughing, kissing that girl like none of this matters.”I clenched my jaw. “Don’t talk about her like that.”“She’s a distraction, Ramon. A pretty one, sure. But a distraction all the same. You’re supposed to take them out, not get in bed with them.”I took a slow step toward him, trying to hold back t

PHOEBEI couldn’t stop smiling that morning.Even the annoying beep of my alarm clock didn’t get on my nerves like it usually did. I actually smiled as I turned it off, something that never happened. Usually, I’d groan, roll over, and beg the universe for five more minutes. But today? I practically leaped out of bed like it was Christmas morning.There was this bubble of excitement in my chest, warm and fluttery. I sang to myself as I walked into the bathroom, letting the hot water pour over me while I hummed the love song that played on the radio last night. My shower turned into a mini concert, I even used my shampoo bottle as a mic. I didn’t care how silly it was. Today was going to be good. I could feel it.I towel-dried my hair and wrapped it up in a bun, then walked to my wardrobe with purpose. Today needed the perfect outfit. Not too flashy, not too plain, just the right amount of cute to make him smile when he saw me.I pulled out a dozen options before settling on a soft crea

RAMONI stood in front of her, feeling like I’d stepped into a storm I wasn’t ready for.Phoebe looked at me with her arms crossed, her eyes sharp and guarded. Not like before. Not soft. Not kind. Just cold.“What are you doing here?” she asked. Her voice was sharp. Distant.I swallowed hard. “I came to pick up my things.”Her face changed for a second. Hurt, I think. But she blinked it away. “So you’re really leaving then?”I shifted on my feet. “Phoebe… you asked me to leave. I’m just respecting that.”She scoffed and looked away, shaking her head like she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “So that’s it? You’re just walking away like a coward?”My chest tightened. “It’s not like that.”She turned back to me fast. “Then what is it like, Ramon? Huh? Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you just gave up on me.”I took a step forward. “I didn’t give up.”“Then what are you doing?” she snapped. “I was angry. I was hurt. But I still expected you to… I don’t know, fight a li