Semua Bab Runaway With Mr. CEO’s Triplets: Bab 381 - Bab 390

PHOEBEI walked out of my office, curious about the sudden noise and murmurs coming from the main hall. The moment I stepped out, my eyes caught her immediately. She was standing by the entrance, like she owned the place. Her long, straight hair fell perfectly over her shoulders. The bold red lipstick she wore made her lips stand out sharply, and the short red dress hugged her figure in a way that screamed for attention.But what shocked me most was that she wasn’t on the guest list. I hadn’t invited her. Yet here she was, standing confidently, watching me as if I were the one intruding in her world.I stopped right there, my heart skipping a beat. Then I narrowed my eyes, feeling a rush of irritation mixed with caution. Slowly, I took a step toward her.“Excuse me,” I said sharply, my voice cold and steady. “What are you doing here?”She turned to face me, a slow, smug smile spreading across her face. “You must be Phoebe.”“And you are?” I asked, keeping my tone firm, not letting her

PHOEBE“What’s going on, Phoebe?” my dad asked the moment we stepped into my office.I blinked, confused. My parents stood near the window with worried expressions. My stomach turned. What were they doing here?“Why didn’t you tell us anything?” my mom added, arms crossed tightly like she was holding herself together.“Tell you what?” I asked carefully, closing the door behind me.“About you and Ramon,” Dad said. “His uncle told us you two are having problems. That you’re... fighting.”I sighed. Of course. Richard.“I’m fine,” I said, walking around them to my desk, pretending to look for something. Anything. Just so I wouldn’t have to meet their eyes. “There’s nothing going on.”“Don’t lie to us,” Mom said sharply. “We’re your parents.”“Exactly,” I snapped. “Which is why I don’t want to talk about it right now.”“You should’ve told us!” Dad shouted. “We shouldn’t have to hear it from someone else!”I turned, my hands shaking a little. “Told you what? That I’m figuring things out? Th

RAMONI stood there, staring at the closed door.Phoebe was gone. Her parents had taken her home, furious. Her mom didn’t even let her say goodbye. Her dad told me to “clean up my mess and stay away.” I didn’t fight it. How could I? I couldn’t even breathe properly.Ciara was still pacing the floor like a madwoman.“You let her go?” she hissed. “Seriously? You just let them take her away without saying anything?”“You caused this, Ciara,” I snapped, my voice low and tight. “You stormed in here and started screaming like a lunatic. What did you expect me to do?”“Oh, I don’t know,” she threw her arms up, “maybe defend me? Maybe tell her the truth?”“The truth?” I scoffed. “You want the truth? Fine. The truth is, this is over. You and me. It’s been over for a long time.”Ciara stopped pacing and faced me. Her face froze for a moment. Then she laughed bitterly.“You think it’s that easy? You don’t get to say it’s over just like that.”“I just did,” I said coldly. “We’re done. I don’t wan

PHOEBEThe sun was hot, but not as hot as the anger I was trying to bury."Come on, Phoebe," Winnie said, tugging gently on my hand. "Try to smile. We're at a nice hotel, it’s peaceful, and we’re going to have a good time. No more Ramon. He’s old news."I sighed and leaned back in the pool chair, pulling my sunglasses down over my eyes. “I blocked him, Win. I'm done. I swear.”"Good. Finally," she said, handing me a cold drink. There was a slice of orange sitting on the rim. Fancy. “To moving on.”I clinked my glass against hers, but my heart wasn’t in it. “To moving on.”We both took a sip, letting the coolness wash away some of the heat from our skin.The water in the pool sparkled. The palm trees swayed in the gentle breeze. The music playing from the speakers was soft and relaxing. Couples laughed in the distance. Kids were splashing in the shallow end. It was peaceful. Just like she said.But I couldn’t stop my brain from spinning.“I hate that he can still make me feel this way,

PHOEBEThe second Winnie walked away, I regretted being left alone.Ciara didn’t waste a second.She turned to me with that same sugary smile she always wore when she wanted to get under someone’s skin. "Hope you don't hold any bad blood against me," she said sweetly, brushing her long hair behind her ear like we were having a pleasant conversation.I didn’t respond. I didn’t even look at her. My eyes stayed fixed on the pool water, pretending she wasn’t sitting right next to me like a bad dream I couldn’t wake up from.She didn’t care."I mean," she continued, shifting in her seat so she could face me better, "it’s not really my fault, right? That I fell for your boyfriend. Ramon’s pretty hot. It happens."I felt my nails dig into the palm of my hand. I kept my face blank, kept everything locked tight inside. If she was trying to get a reaction out of me, she wasn’t going to get it. Not today."Come on," she added with a laugh that made my skin crawl. "I actually thought you two were