Todos os capítulos de Runaway With Mr. CEO’s Triplets: Capítulo 451 - Capítulo 460

RAMONThe phone call came just after sunrise.I was still in bed, the early light creeping through the curtains. My eyes burned from barely sleeping. The ringtone jolted me upright.“Mr. Ramon? This is Deputy Elkins. I'm calling from the station. There has been an incident at the prison. A fire.”I sat up slowly, my hands gripping the sheets like they were the only thing keeping me upright. The room felt colder somehow. “A fire? What kind of fire?”“An explosion, sir. It spread fast. Most of the facility is gone. All the inmates and guards they’re presumed dead.”I froze. My heart pounded against my ribs like it was trying to get out. I pressed the phone tighter to my ear, struggling to breathe. “You’re saying Richard is… gone?”The deputy hesitated. “We can’t confirm individual bodies, sir. The fire was extensive. But… there were no survivors. We’ll need you to come down and sign his death certificate.”I didn’t respond right away.Gone?My uncle… gone?After everything?The silence

PHOEBEThe music drifted through the backyard like smoke, soft and sweet. My parents’ get-together was in full swing. Fairy lights hung in loops between the trees, casting a golden glow over the patio. People laughed, drank, and danced. For the first time in weeks, maybe months, I felt light again. Safe.I swirled my drink and smiled as Winnie skipped over to me, cheeks flushed."Having fun?" I asked.Winnie laughed, twirling the end of her braid. "Yeah. More than I expected to."I raised an eyebrow. "More than you expected? Why's that?"Her eyes darted across the yard. I followed her gaze and spotted Stephen leaning against the railing, sipping from a bottle of soda and watching the crowd with quiet amusement. I looked back at Winnie, who was now blushing furiously."Oh my god," I grinned. "You're crushing on him.""No, I'm not," she said too quickly."You so are! Your face is pinker than your dress."She groaned and covered her face with her hands. "This is so stupid. I’ve had a cru

PHOEBEThe second Stephen said he was ex-military, I froze.Ramon blinked beside me, confused and clearly caught off guard. "Wait... what?"Stephen nodded, steady despite the blood staining his shirt. "I served. A long time ago. Special reconnaissance. That’s how I saw him. That’s how I knew."My mouth opened, but no words came out. My mind was racing, piecing things together. The way he’d disappeared so quickly. The calm, the precision. It all made sense now."You fought that guy alone?" I asked, stepping closer.Stephen winced a little, pressing his hand to the side of his stomach. "He had a blade. Got one lucky hit in. But he won’t be hurting anyone ever again."Just then, the front door opened with a quiet creak and Winnie stepped out, still nibbling on a cupcake and humming to herself. She stopped mid-step.Her eyes landed on Stephen, on the blood staining his shirt, the way he leaned heavily against the railing, one hand pressed to his side.Her expression changed instantly."St

RAMONThe night air was cool, crisp, and quiet. The kind of quiet that never lasted long in our world. I stood on the back porch, one hand buried in my jacket pocket, the other holding a cigarette. I hated the habit, but tonight, I needed something to ground me. The taste of ash, the curl of smoke, it dulled the edge of everything just enough.Stephen stood beside me, leaning on the railing, his eyes fixed on the sky like it had answers. He didn’t say much, but that was fine. Some nights didn’t need words.“You smoke?” I asked, glancing sideways.He gave me a small nod, slow and thoughtful. “Sometimes. When things get heavy.”“Tonight qualifies.”“Yeah,” he muttered.I pulled a cigarette from the box and handed it to him. He took it. I flicked the lighter, shielding the flame from the wind, and lit his.We stood there, not talking for a minute or two. Just breathing. Smoking. Thinking.“Hell of a day,” I finally said.He exhaled. “You could say that.”I took another drag and looked ou

PHOEBERamon held stiff for a minute, then relaxed, putting his arms around me, engulfing me in his body heat.“I loved this.”I lifted my chin so I could look up at him. I opened my mouth to say something. What, I wasn’t sure. But the next thing I knew, his lips were on mine again.His hands slid over my back, to my butt, and rested there for a second. I pressed tighter against him, taking the kiss deeper. The energy shift between us was seamless, from comforting and pained to needy and lustful.My clothes were easy to remove. He only had to slide my pants down my legs and yank off my hoodie and shirt.When I was naked, he surveyed me. I hadn’t worn a bra, and my nipples peaked when he ran his gaze over them. His big hands reached up to cup my breasts and we both shuddered.He was far too overdressed. I attacked the button on his jeans, struggling with the stiff denim. He tried to help, but his hands were more in the way than anything else.“You do your shirt,” I ordered, trying t