Lahat ng Kabanata ng Runaway With Mr. CEO’s Triplets: Kabanata 421 - Kabanata 430

WINNIEI bolted upright in my seat, heart pounding. “No…help! Somebody! This isn’t right!”Richard strolled forward slowly, as calm as if he were greeting me at a dinner party. “Winnie. Don’t. It’s useless.”I froze. “You…what are you doing here?”I want none of this. I want nothing to do with Phoebe, with Ramon, with you,” I said, voice shaking but determined. “I just want to go home.”Richard leaned back, folding his hands in his lap. The cabin's lights glinted off the polished metal of the seat belt latch behind him. “Home,” he repeated softly. “Such a comforting word.”My fists clenched. “Yes…home. My own home. Where no one’s tied me up or threatened me. Where I’m not part of your games.”He let out a low chuckle. “Game?” he echoed. “This isn’t a game, Winnie.”I laughed bitterly, tears stinging my eyes. “Then what is it? A kind favor from someone my dad trusts? Some twisted rescue mission?”Richard’s face didn’t change. “Your father did what any parent would do. He panicked. He w

SIERRAI dropped to my knees in the middle of the room, knees scraping against gravel. I didn’t even feel it, just cold, hard ground pressing into me like the weight of the world had finally won.The world spun. My ears were ringing. My chest rose and fell too fast, like I couldn’t remember how to breathe properly anymore.She was just at the hospital. Just hours ago.We had talked. We had argued. She had looked at me. She had said my name like it hurt her mouth to speak it. And now they were saying, her father said, she was gone? A plane crash? It couldn’t be real. That wasn’t real.I covered my face with both hands, fists clenching over my mouth, trying to stop the scream building in my throat. My lips moved, barely forming a whisper. “No.” I said it again, louder, more broken this time. “No, no, no…”Gravel bit into my knees, my thighs trembled. My hair clung to my face as tears broke loose and slipped down like silent streaks of fire. “She was just here…”“Phoebe…” Ramon’s voice w

RAMONI didn’t relent in attacking Richard. “You moved her during a meeting. In front of clients. You gave a signal. Your men took her out.”He stared at me like I’d grown branches out of my head. “You’re deflecting. But okay. Let’s entertain your theory.”My pulse pounded in my ears. “Don’t you dare reverse this. I know what you do. What you’re capable of.”He tilted his head, like he was studying me under a microscope. A cold smirk tugged at his lips. “You love her.”My mouth went dry. I hated how easily he said it. Like it was some dirty secret. Like it was a weapon in his hands.He stepped forward, voice dropping to something barely above a whisper. “And you’re willing to throw us both off-balance to get her back.”I clenched my jaw, eyes burning. “None of this is about you,” I spat. “You lied. You lied to her, to me, to your board. You messed with both our lives.”He chuckled lightly, hands in his pockets like this was a casual chat. “Ramon, you’re acting like a saint in a room f

RAMONI had been tracking Richard all afternoon, through security cams, shadowing his drivers, piecing together breadcrumb clues. When I saw him slip into an old warehouse on the edge of town, my heart flipped. I knew Winnie wasn’t there, but Phoebe might be. I parked across the street, heart hammering. I followed him inside.The door creaked open and I saw her, Phoebe, standing frozen, tears sliding down her cheeks. She looked pale, shaken. My gut twisted at the sight of her. She wasn’t supposed to be here. Not like this. Not with him.Richard stood behind her, his voice too calm, too rehearsed. “You’re free to go,” he said. “I just wanted you to see the truth.”Phoebe shook her head slowly. Her voice was barely a whisper, trembling with disbelief. “I saw. I can’t believe any of it.”I stepped forward, everything else falling away. “Phoebe,” I said softly.Her head snapped toward me. Her lips parted like she wanted to say something, but nothing came out. The look in her eyes, God, it

SHAWNAI sat still, staring at my daughter like I didn’t know her. My heart pounded so hard I could feel it in my throat. The words she’d just spoken hung heavy in the air.“He killed her,” Phoebe said again, her voice so small, so broken. “It was Richard. Ramon’s uncle.”I blinked. “Richard? Are you sure?”Her eyes were red and swollen. She nodded slowly.But, baby… Richard?” I shook my head. “He’s always been polite. Reserved. Quiet. I never liked him much, but…murder? That’s a big…”“He did it,” she said firmly.I opened my mouth, but no words came out. My mind was racing, trying to piece together what she’d just told me, but everything felt like it was moving too fast.“I just….I can’t believe this,” I whispered.My hands trembled as I reached for hers. “Sweetheart, listen to me. What happened to Winnie… that wasn’t your fault.”“Yes, it was!” she burst out. “I could’ve stopped her from going. I should’ve listened to her. I should’ve listened. She told me she was scared.”“You did