Lahat ng Kabanata ng Runaway With Mr. CEO’s Triplets: Kabanata 371 - Kabanata 380

RAMON I turned at the sound of the familiar voice, my body tensing slightly as I saw my brother standing there. Kyle. He smirked as he took a few steps forward. “What? No warm welcome for your brother?” I crossed my arms. “Didn’t expect to see you back here, Kyle.” He shrugged. “I’m not going to miss my brother’s wedding. Besides, someone needs to make sure you don’t screw this up.” Before I could respond, our mother jumped in, clearly eager to gain an ally. “Tell him, Kyle. Tell him how wrong he is for treating me this way! He’s turned his back on me because of Shawna!” I scoffed. “Oh, come on, Mother. Stop blowing things out of proportion. I’m marrying Shawna, and I’m making decisions with her in mind. That doesn’t mean I’ve turned my back on you.” Kyle looked between us, his smirk fading. “Well, this is awkward. I just got here, and I’m already caught in the middle of something.” I sighed. “Then stay out of it.” I turned and walked away. I didn’t have the patience f

PHOEBE I curled into Ramon’s arms, resting my head on his chest. His heartbeat was slow and steady, and for the first time in a long while, I felt peace. Real peace. Like the world outside didn’t matter, and all I needed was right here with me.He ran his hand slowly up and down my back, whispering soft things I could barely hear.“You feel like home, Phoebe,” he murmured, his lips brushing the top of my head. “I don’t think I’ve breathed properly until tonight.”I smiled, feeling warm all over. “That’s cheesy.”“I’m serious,” he said, chuckling lightly. “I don’t deserve you.”“Stop,” I whispered. “Don’t say that.”“I’m scared this will all go away,” he whispered, his eyes fluttering shut. “I don’t want to wake up and find out this is a dream…”I placed my hand on his chest, feeling the slow rhythm under my palm. “Then don’t sleep. Stay awake with me.”He smiled softly. “I’ll try.”But in less than five minutes, I felt his breathing slow. His arms were still wrapped around me, but hi

PHOEBEI didn’t wait. I couldn’t.The moment he said nothing, I turned around and picked up my bag with shaky hands.“Phoebe, please,” Ramon said, standing up and moving toward me. “Just listen…she means nothing to me. I’m not involved with her.”I refused to look at him. If I looked at him, I’d crumble. And I didn’t want to cry in front of him again.“She called you baby, Ramon,” I said flatly, my voice cold. “She asked if you were still busy with your uncle’s little pet project. That’s me, right? The project?”He stepped closer, his voice soft but urgent. “You’re not a project. Don’t ever say that again. You’re everything to me. I was going to tell you….I was. But you didn’t let me talk.”I didn’t answer. I just pulled open the door and walked out.“Phoebe!” he called behind me, his voice breaking.But I didn’t stop. I didn’t turn back.The drive back home felt like hours, even though it was less than twenty minutes. I kept wiping my tears, trying not to let the driver see my tears.

RAMONI slammed the door shut after Ciara finally stepped out, her heels clicking against the tiled floor as she made her slow, dramatic exit. She turned at the last second, trying to say something smug again, but I didn’t let her."Get out, Ciara. Just leave," I growled, slamming the door so hard the frame rattled. My chest was rising and falling with every angry breath. My fists were clenched, and my head was spinning.I couldn’t believe it. Ciara. In my uncle's house. Acting like she belonged there. Acting like I was the one who had something to answer for. The message. The smug laughter. Her calling Phoebe a pet. My blood boiled just thinking about it.Without even thinking, I turned and marched through the house until I found him."Uncle Richard!" I barked, my voice echoing through the hallway.He was in his study, casually sipping tea like he hadn’t just blown up my entire life."Ah, Ramon. Back so soon?" he said, not even looking up from his cup.I stormed into the room, slammi

SHAWNA“I’m worried about Phoebe.”Damien rubbed his eyes and sat up a little, the room dimly lit by the moonlight slipping through the curtains. “She said she was just tired.”I shook my head, tugging the blanket tighter around my shoulders. “No. Something’s not right. She’s been quiet. She didn’t even argue with the boys this morning. That girl could be in a boxing ring with them most days, and today… nothing. Her eyes looked swollen. Like she cried all night.”Damien sighed, glancing at the doorway as if he could somehow see down the hall to Phoebe’s room. “You think something happened with Ramon?”“I know it did,” I whispered. “She won’t say it, but I can feel it. It’s in her silence, in how slow she moved today. She wouldn’t even touch her breakfast. And you saw her face…flat, no spark. She’s not just tired, Damien. She’s hurting.”He nodded slowly, thoughtfully. “Maybe they fought.”“Maybe,” I said, then paused. “But what kind of fight makes her cry all night and pretend like ev