All Chapters of Runaway With Mr. CEO’s Triplets: Chapter 461 - Chapter 470

RAMONThe morning light slipped through the curtains, painting soft lines across the sheets. I lay still for a moment, eyes fixed on the ceiling, heart oddly calm. The soft rhythm of Phoebe’s breathing beside me grounded me. Safe. For now.I turned my head, watching her sleep. Her hair was messy from the night before, one arm flung carelessly across the bed. She looked peaceful, and for a second, I let myself believe that maybe all of this would pass soon. Maybe we’d get through it.I reached out and brushed my fingers gently over her cheek. She stirred but didn’t wake."I love you," I whispered, even though she couldn’t hear it.I got up quietly, showered, and dressed, careful not to wake her. I left a note on her nightstand just in case she woke up before I got back. Then I slipped out of the room.Mr. Damien and Stephen were already outside. Mr. Damien was sipping coffee, arms crossed as he leaned against the railing. Stephen was pacing slightly, a map rolled out on the hood of the

RAMONThe neon lights from the cybercafe flickered against the cracked pavement as I stepped out of my car. I had explained to Stephen and Mr Damien that I had someone that could help us with Richard’s whereabouts. I pulled my hoodie further over my head and glanced around. No tails. No shadows. Good.The air inside was stale, warm, full of buzz and faint typing sounds. In the far corner, behind a scratched-up booth, sat Maddox. Skinny, twitchy fingers. Eyes like a raccoon. Hoodie with holes. Same as ever.I slid into the booth. He didn’t look up."You’re late," Maddox mumbled, fingers dancing across the keys."You owe me, remember?""I remember everything. Just like your uncle still owes me thirty grand and a bullet in the foot.""You said you’d help. Don’t start playing games now."He sighed and pushed his glasses up his nose. "Alright, alright. I got into his private server. Took me two days. That thing is locked down like Fort Knox dipped in paranoia."My stomach tightened. "And?"

STEPHENI stood at the edge of the porch, phone pressed to my ear, waiting.One ring. Two. Three.“Ava.” Her voice snapped through the speaker before I could even say hello. “If you’re calling, someone’s dying.”I smirked faintly. “Nice to hear your voice, too.”“You still owe me a motorcycle, Stephen.”“And you still owe me for dragging your ass out of Yemen, so I’d say we’re even.”She chuckled. “Okay. That’s fair. What’s going on?”I exhaled slowly, glancing back at the house. “I need backup. Not just muscle. Brains, stealth, and a mean shot.”“You finally proposing?”“Not today.”She laughed. “You sound serious. Who’s the target?”“Name’s Richard. Faked his death. Blew up a prison to cover it. He’s got connections in law enforcement, weapons stockpiled, and now he’s targeting innocent people. Including someone I care about.”There was a pause.“You care?” she said in mock surprise. “Wow. Someone mark the calendar.”I smiled despite myself. “Can you come or not?”“When do you need

PHOEBEI stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind me.I didn’t even care where I was going. I just needed to walk. To breathe. To be away from Ramon and my father and all their stupid plans. I shoved my hands into my jacket pockets and kept walking, my boots crunching against the gravel path."Kill him," I whispered to myself bitterly. "Just like that. No court. No trial. Just end him."My chest ached. I couldn’t believe this was what it had come to. My own father. Ramon. They were okay with blood on their hands. I wasn’t. Not like that.The wind was sharp against my face, and I realized too late that I’d walked into the outskirts of the neighborhood. It was darker here. Fewer lights. Fewer people.Still, I didn’t turn back.I pulled out my phone and checked the signal. One bar. I sighed and kept walking.That’s when I heard it.A soft shuffle. Like a footstep behind me.I turned quickly, my eyes scanning the empty street. "Hello?"Silence."Ramon, if that’s you..." I didn’t

PHOEBEI stared at the burner phone in my hand, heart pounding like it was trying to warn me not to go through with it. Everyone had gone quiet around me, Stephen loading his gear in the background, Winnie pacing slowly with arms crossed, Ava watching the laptop screen, and Teresa beside me, her face unreadable.I swallowed hard and turned to Ramon. “You sure we’re ready?”He nodded once. “We’ve got eyes everywhere. He won’t touch you.”“That’s not what I asked,” I whispered.His gaze softened. “I’m sure. And I trust you.”I turned back to the phone. My hands were sweating. This was it. One call. One lie. One chance to pull a monster out from hiding.I dialed his number.It rang once.Twice.Three times.Then… that familiar voice, smooth and cold like the edge of a knife.“Well, well… I was starting to think you forgot about me.”My throat tightened, but I forced myself to breathe. “Hi, Richard.”There was a pause. Then a slow laugh. “Phoebe. You sound nervous.”“I’m not.”“You’re lyi