Lahat ng Kabanata ng Runaway With Mr. CEO’s Triplets: Kabanata 361 - Kabanata 370

RAMONThe moment I saw her, my heart stopped.There she was, Phoebe. Standing by the garden path with the sun behind her, making her hair glow like it always used to when we’d sit on the porch together. I couldn’t move at first. I just stared.“Phoebe,” I said, finally stepping forward.She looked up, and our eyes met, but the look on her face hit me like a punch in the gut. No warmth. No relief. Just surprise… and something that felt like pain and disappointment rolled into one.She turned away instantly, like she couldn’t get away fast enough.“Wait…Phoebe, wait!” I rushed forward.She didn’t stop. She picked up her pace, but I caught up to her. I reached out and lightly grabbed her arm. “Please. Don’t go. Just let me talk.”“Let go of me, Ramon,” she said, her voice low and cold.I did. I stepped back, hands raised. “Okay. I’m sorry. I just… I wasn’t expecting to see you. I didn’t think you’d come out here.”“Well, I didn’t think I’d run into you,” she snapped. “Yet here we are.”“

PHOEBELater that day, I was still sitting at my desk, staring at the resignation letter in my hands like it might change if I looked at it long enough. It didn’t. The words stayed the same.I stood up and walked over to Clara’s desk. She looked up from her computer and gave me a soft smile before bowing to greet me.“Clara,” I said, holding up the letter. “Do you know where Ramon is? I need to speak with him.”She frowned and shook her head. “Oh… he left early this morning. Said he had something urgent to take care of. He didn’t say where he was going.”I felt my chest tighten. “Did he seem okay?”Clara paused, thinking. “I don’t know. He was quiet. Didn’t really talk to anyone. Just packed up his stuff and left.”“Packed up?”She nodded. “Yeah. Said he wouldn’t be coming back for a while.”That made my heart drop. What the hell was going on?I left the office immediately. I didn’t even bother to grab my bag. I just walked out, got into a cab, and told the driver to take me to Ramon’

PHOEBEI stepped out of Richard’s mansion with tears burning in my eyes and my heart broken in pieces. The cold evening air hit my face, but it couldn’t cool the fire of pain rising in my chest. My legs felt heavy, like I was dragging my whole body through mud.Winnie walked me out.“Phoebe?” she said softly. “Oh my God… I’m sorry about what happened?”I didn’t answer. I just walked straight into her arms and let out a shaky breath. She held me tightly, gently rubbing my back.“I don’t even know why I came,” I whispered against her shoulder. “He doesn’t want to see me, Win. He said it himself. He wants nothing to do with me.”Winnie’s arms tightened around me. “No. No, that can’t be true. He… he was probably just upset. Hurt. People say things when they’re hurting.”I shook my head. “No. He meant it. You heard him over the phone too. He doesn’t care. That we’re done. That I should leave.”Winnie slowly pulled back, her hands still on my shoulders. She looked into my eyes like she was

PHOEBEMom was quiet for a moment, then whispered, “Phoebe, I’m your mother. You can tell me anything. Please. Don’t shut me out.”Her voice broke something in me. My lips trembled as I tried to keep it all in, but I couldn’t anymore.“I… I just…” I gasped and turned to her, tears falling again. “I don’t even know where to start.”She pulled me into her arms, hugging me tightly. “Start anywhere. Just talk to me.”I wiped my face and sat back. “When I first met Ramon, everything felt so… easy.”She listened quietly, nodding.“But then… things started happening. Weird things. His uncle hated me from the start. He said I was a distraction, that I was bad for Ramon. He tried to keep us apart.”Mom’s face hardened a little. “That same Richard?”“And then… ​I was kidnapped, and it was because of him.”“What?” she asked, looking so surprised.“Were you hurt? Why didn’t you tell me or your dad about this?” she asked again looking so worried.“I’m fine, Mom. I didn’t tell you because ​I know t

PHOEBE“I just don’t understand what went wrong,” I said for probably the hundredth time that week.Mom rubbed my back gently while Grandma held my hand. I was curled up on the couch in my pajamas, blanket wrapped tightly around me, even though it was warm inside. My eyes were tired from crying, but somehow the tears still kept coming. It didn’t matter how long I stared at the ceiling at night or how much I tried to stay distracted during the day, Ramon was always there in the back of my mind. Every little memory felt like a fresh scratch across my heart.“I wish I had the right words, baby,” Mom said softly, her voice calm and patient, the way it always was when I was hurting. “But I need you to hear this… falling in love isn’t something to be ashamed of. It’s not bad. It means you’re human. It means your heart works.”I sniffled and wiped my nose with the sleeve of my hoodie. “Then why does it hurt so much?”Grandma squeezed my hand tightly. Her palm was warm, her grip soft but stea