All Chapters of Runaway With Mr. CEO’s Triplets: Chapter 431 - Chapter 440

RAMONI slammed the door behind me harder than I meant to.The echo bounced off the cold marble walls of the house I used to admire as a kid. Now it just made me sick.I headed straight for the study. I didn’t bother knocking.He was there. Sitting behind that stupid glass desk. Calm. Smiling. Whiskey in hand. Like everything was fine.“Well?” Richard asked, raising his glass.I stared at him. “You got what you wanted.”He leaned back in his chair, eyebrows raised. “Do tell.”“She’s done with me,” I muttered. “Phoebe. She wants nothing to do with me.”His lips curled into a slow, satisfied grin. “Finally. I was starting to worry. Thought you were losing your touch.”“You’re sick,” I snapped.He chuckled. “Don’t be dramatic. You think I didn’t see it? The way you were getting soft. Like she was going to change you.”“She didn’t change me,” I said. “She opened my eyes.”Richard scoffed and stood up, adjusting his cufflinks like we weren’t having a conversation about destroying someone’s

SHAWNAI closed the door gently behind me and took a shaky breath. The room felt too quiet, like it was holding its breath. Phoebe was finally asleep upstairs, her face pale and drawn, her body curled tight like she was trying to hide from the world.I stepped into the living room, where my mother sat on the edge of the couch, fingers wrapped tightly around a cup of tea she hadn’t touched. My grandfather, my grandfather, stood by the window, having just returned from his business trip hours ago. His suitcase was still unopened.“She told me what she could,” I said quietly.They both looked up at once.“She said she doesn’t know how Winnie died. But… she thinks Richard had something to do with it.”My grandfather frowned. “She said that?”I nodded. “She heard something. Winnie told her something. Not everything, just enough to make her scared. She didn’t say anything back then because… well, she wasn’t sure what she heard. And then when Winnie went missing…”“She blamed herself,” my mo

RAMON“I asked you a simple question,” I said, walking towards Richard. My fists were clenched at my sides, my heart pounding. “Did my mother try to kill Phoebe’s mother ?”He didn’t even blink. He looked up slowly from the whiskey glass in his hand and set it down with a soft clink against the edge of the table together with the book he picked from the shelf. The sound was too calm. Too collected.“You want to walk down that path, Ramon?” he asked. His voice was quiet but carried weight, like something sharp hidden under silk. “Really?”“I want the truth,” I said firmly. “I deserve that much.”His nostrils flared. He stood up slowly, fixing his cold gaze on me.“You don’t deserve anything,” he said flatly. “Least of all, answers about a woman you barely remember.”“That woman was my mother!”“Then show some damn respect!” Richard snapped, slamming his fist hard on the desk. The force rattled the whiskey glass, sending it tipping onto its side and spilling amber liquid across a stack

SHAWNAI stood by the window, staring out without seeing, while my great grandfather sat on the sofa across from me, the documents Ramon had brought spread over the coffee table between us.“They’re real,” he said quietly. “All signed with our signature.”“They might be forged,” I whispered back. “That’s what Ramon said.”He shook his head. “No. Too precise. Too clean. Someone made them look like us in every detail.”Silence settled.I pressed my hand to my chest. “I’m scared, dad. If this goes public… our company is done.”He sighed. “That’s why we need proof. We need to know how it happened.”“I never thought I’d be scared of our own partner,” I said. Tears burned in my throat. “A man who’d been like family…”He didn’t reply.I paced the length of the room. My voice trembled. “And we still don’t know who Ramon’s mother is. We know nothing.”He looked at me, angry and tired. “That’s because Richard never talked about her. Because she died when he was young. He built a life without he

PHOEBEI woke up to a dull ache in my head and a heavy weight on my chest, not just from the hangover, but from everything else. My eyes fluttered open slowly, and that’s when I saw him.Ramon.He was sitting on the edge of the bed, fully dressed, his elbows resting on his knees, hands clasped. His eyes were on me, soft but unreadable.I sat up quickly, the blanket falling off my shoulders. “What the hell are you doing here?”He didn’t move. “Phoebe…”“No,” I snapped, my voice shaking. “Don’t say my name like that. What happened last night? Did we…?”His silence was answer enough.I cursed under my breath and looked away, heart pounding. “You knew I was drunk. You knew I wasn’t thinking straight. And you…”“I didn’t mean to,” he said quickly. “I swear. I didn’t plan any of it. You kissed me, you…Phoebe, I tried to stop it.”I stared at him, my chest rising and falling fast. “You should’ve tried harder.”“I know,” he whispered, his voice thick with regret. “I know. And I’m sorry. I’ll