All Chapters of Runaway With Mr. CEO’s Triplets: Chapter 391 - Chapter 400

WINNIEI stood just outside the door, holding my breath, listening carefully for any sound. The shouting had stopped, and for a moment, I let out a quiet sigh of relief. Thank God. Finally, some peace. The tension that had been hanging in the air felt a little lighter now, like a storm passing over, leaving a calm that felt almost unfamiliar.I pushed the door open gently and stepped away, heading back toward the poolside. The warm sun hit my face, but I hardly noticed. My eyes quickly found Ciara pacing nervously near the edge, her movements restless and sharp. She looked like a caged animal, her eyes flicking this way and that, as if she was searching for Ramon or maybe for something to grab onto, something that would give her the control she was clearly desperate for.As soon as she spotted me, her face brightened with a mix of hope and impatience. The kind of hope that comes when you’re waiting for someone to show up, and impatience because they aren’t here yet. “Where is he?” she

RAMONPhoebe’s breath hitched as I kissed along her neck, slow and careful. I wasn’t rushing. I didn’t want to. I wanted to take in every sound, every look in her eyes, every small touch that made her tremble.“You’re beautiful,” I whispered against her skin. “I don’t think you even know what you do to me.”She looked down at me, cheeks flushed, eyes wide and full of emotion. “I… I’m scared,” she whispered. “Of how much I feel.”I cupped her face gently. “Don’t be scared, baby. I’m right here. I’m not leaving. You’re safe with me.”Her eyes searched mine like she was trying to be sure. I didn’t move. I let her look. Then slowly, she nodded and leaned in, kissing me again, but this time slower, softer, like she was telling me with her lips what her heart couldn’t say out loud.Our kisses grew deeper, heavier, filled with heat. Her hands slid under my shirt again, and this time I helped her, lifting it over my head and tossing it aside.She traced her fingers over my chest, her touch ma

WINNIE“Hey! What the hell, Ciara?!” I yelled, shocked by how fast she moved.She didn’t answer immediately. Her eyes were wide and wild as she tapped on the screen, trying to go through my messages.“You think I’m stupid?” she snapped. “You’re hiding something. You and that little best friend of yours are up to something!”Before I could even respond, my phone locked itself with a soft click. Ciara let out an angry huff, her fingers twitching like she wanted to throw the phone against the wall.“Unlock it. Right now,” she demanded.My jaw fell open. “Excuse me?”“You heard me,” she snapped, stepping closer to me. Her face was twisted in suspicion, her eyes darting between mine like she was trying to read my thoughts. “Don’t play dumb. I know you’re hiding something.”I took a step back, but she followed me like a shadow.“What the hell are you talking about?” I asked.“You’re plotting something with Phoebe,” she spat. “I know it. I saw the way you looked at each other earlier. All th

RAMONI stepped out of the room a few minutes after Phoebe left. My mind was still spinning from everything, her smile, the way she said “yes,” the way her eyes lit up when I held her close. I felt like I was floating.But I didn’t even get two steps before I heard Ciara’s voice.“Where were you?” she asked, arms crossed tightly over her chest. “You disappeared.”I didn’t look at her. I just kept walking toward the hallway. “I don’t have to report to you, Ciara.”She scoffed. “Oh, please. You were with her, weren’t you? That little…”“I said I don’t owe you anything,” I cut her off, finally turning to face her. “We’re done, Ciara. I told you before.”Her eyes narrowed, but instead of arguing, she smirked. “Fine. I was just asking. If you want to leave, I’m happy to see you go.”“Good,” I said coldly. “Because I am.”We drove back to the estate in complete silence. Ciara sat next to me in the car, staring out the window like she wished she were somewhere else, anywhere but beside me. H

RAMONI stood there, frozen, as Uncle Richard's hand trembled around the gun. The weight of the moment hung thick in the air. Ciara was crying, her back against the wall, her hands up in surrender."Put the gun down," I said quietly, trying to steady my voice. My heart pounded so loudly I could barely hear myself."Tie her up, Ramon," he snapped, not even looking at me. His eyes were on Ciara, wild and sharp. "She knows too much. She wants to go blabbing to Phoebe. We can’t let that happen.""She won’t say a word," I said quickly, looking at Ciara. Her eyes locked with mine, pleading."Uncle Richard, please. She’s scared. Just let her go.""I said tie her up!"Ciara whimpered. "Uncle Richard, please…you’re like family to me."He barked out a bitter laugh. "I’m not your uncle! You’re just a spoiled little brat, my nephew got entangled with. You don’t know anything about loyalty. Now tie her up, Ramon. That’s an order."I didn’t want to do it. God, I didn’t. But he wasn’t going to back