Todos os capítulos de Runaway With Mr. CEO’s Triplets: Capítulo 411 - Capítulo 420

PHOEBEMy feet pounded down the hall outside my father’s office. I didn’t knock…I didn’t need to. He was inside, pacing. I swung the door open.“Dad!” I yelled. “What are you doing working with Richard?”He froze. Papers were scattered on his desk, but he didn’t look surprised to see me, just… resigned.“Phoebe,” he said softly. “What are you…”“Don’t know what I'm doing.’ You and Mom are meeting with Richard!”His eyes flicked to the door, as if he expected someone. Then he sighed.“We had no choice.”I blinked. “No choice? That’s bullshit.”He rubbed his forehead. “Richard’s influence runs deep. If we refused to work…”“You mean: if you refused to let him launder money through the company, you’d be ruined. Bankrupted. Jailed.” I spat each word. It felt good to say them.He closed his eyes. “He controls half the city. Banks, judges, politicians…he is empty‑handed, opens doors no one else can.”“Then why didn’t you tell me?” My voice shook. “Why didn’t you warn me I was dating his nep

WINNIEI waited until everyone had left the building. The hallways were quiet, and the night guards were already at their usual stations. I moved fast, sticking close to the shadows. My palms were sweating, and my heart thumped so loudly I was scared someone would hear it.I reached Richard’s office. The door was locked, of course it was. I pulled out the small set of lock picks I had in my pocket. It wasn’t my first time doing something like this at home, just to steal my dad’s card, but I’d never done it in a place like this before. The silence of the hallway seemed to press in around me, thick and heavy. I swallowed hard, casting a quick glance over my shoulder, half expecting someone to appear and catch me red-handed.My hands shook as I worked the lock. “Come on… come on…” I whispered, biting my lip. The pins inside the lock clicked softly, one by one, until finally, there was a faint snap, a soft click that sent a shiver down my spine. My heart pounded as I slowly pushed the doo

PHOEBEI sat on the couch, checking my phone for the third time in five minutes.Still nothing.I looked at the last message I got from Winnie: “I’m coming over. This is bigger than we thought.”That was over two hours ago.I called her again. Voicemail.“Winnie, it’s me. Where are you? Call me back, please,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.But I wasn’t steady. Not even close.I stood up and paced the living room, glancing out the window like she might magically appear. I tried to tell myself maybe she just got held up, maybe her phone died, maybe she fell asleep. But deep down, I knew it wasn’t something small. Winnie wasn’t the type to go silent, especially not when she said she was on her way with something important.Another five minutes passed. I couldn’t take it anymore.I grabbed my keys and headed out the door.Winnie’s apartment complex was quiet when I pulled up. Too quiet. It made my skin crawl.I ran up the stairs to her floor, my heartbeat speeding up with every s

WINNIEI wake up with a massive headache and feel the world spinning. My eyes flutter open and I see the dim light of a room I don’t recognize. My head throbs, and I try to focus on my surroundings. Then I see him again, Richard. He stands in the shadow by the door, his face cold and his eyes full of malice.“Winnie,” he says sharply, stepping closer. “What have you found out about Ciara?”I swallow hard and try to sit up, my body heavy and uncooperative. “I…I know what happened,” I stammer, my voice trembling. “I know you killed her.”Richard’s eyes narrow. “You think you know, huh? And what about the person who showed up that day?” he sneers.I grit my teeth. “I know it wasn’t really Ciara,” I say, forcing my voice to sound strong even as the pain in my head worsens. “I know you lied about everything.”He laughs, a cold, cruel sound that cuts through the silence. “You’re making wild claims, Winnie,” he says icily. “You have no proof.”I lean forward, even though my body protests. “I

PHOEBEI picked up the call on the second ring, barely glancing at the screen. I almost dropped my phone when I heard the words:“This is Valley Point Medical Center. A woman named Winnie is asking for you.”I shot upright. “Winnie? Winnie Collins?”“Yes. She’s here under a different name as Linda, but she’s awake and asking for you.”“Oh my God,” I breathed. “Is she okay? Is she…”“She’s stable. But she’s very agitated.”“I’m on my way.”I hung up and turned to Ramon, who had been sitting silently on the other side of the room, his hands loosely clasped between his knees.“She’s alive,” I whispered.His head snapped up. “Winnie?”I nodded quickly. “She’s at the hospital. Valley Point Medical. She used a different name, but she’s been asking for me.”For a second, he didn’t move. Then he stood. “Let’s go.”The drive was quiet. Too quiet. My hands trembled in my lap the entire time, and I couldn’t stop my knee from bouncing. A thousand thoughts raced through my mind, was she hurt? What