All Chapters of Runaway With Mr. CEO’s Triplets: Chapter 471 - Chapter 480

PHOEBEThe first shot rang out like thunder, tearing through the tension in the air.Crack!The first shot rang out like thunder, tearing through the tension in the air.Crack!Everything exploded at once.Richard’s gun flew out of his hand as he stumbled backward with a scream. He clutched his shoulder, his face twisted in pain. Blood soaked through the fabric of his shirt, fast and dark. The sound of the shot still rang in my ears, deafening and sharp.Stephen was already moving, faster than anyone else. Before I could blink, he dove behind a rusted piece of machinery, his gun up and ready. More shots followed, one after another, echoing like bombs inside the old warehouse.The hostages screamed behind their gags, muffled cries of terror. Their eyes were wide and wild, some of them frozen in fear, others thrashing against their restraints.It was chaos.My mind screamed move, and I did.“Get down!” I yelled, my voice hoarse as I ran toward my cousin.My lungs burned. Every step felt

WINNIEI was pacing. Again.Back and forth in front of Phoebe’s hospital room, like my feet couldn’t stand still, even though my heart already felt like it had stopped a thousand times. My palms were sweaty. I kept rubbing them against my jeans, trying to stop the shaking, but it wasn’t working. Nothing was working.Phoebe was alive.That’s what the nurse had said. That she was stable for now. The doctor would talk to us soon.But the minute I heard the word “alive,” my mind immediately went to him.Stephen.Was he alive too?He’d gone in after her. Bloodied. Beaten. Unbreakable, but still human. Still bleeding when they wheeled him in.“Where is he?” I whispered to myself for maybe the hundredth time.I hated this hallway. I hated the silence. The waiting. The fear.Then I heard footsteps.I turned fast.And there he was.Stephen.Walking toward me like something out of a nightmare and a dream all at once. His shirt was stained with blood, still dried in dark patches across his chest

STEPHENHer hair was a mess, falling over her face and pillow like waves of black ink. One arm was tucked under her cheek, the other flopped over my chest. Her leg was still draped over mine, warm and soft.I didn’t move.I just stared.She looked peaceful. Her lips were slightly parted, one corner of her mouth curved up just a little. A bruise had formed on her bottom lip, from where she’d bitten it while kissing me. I should’ve felt guilty, but all I could think about was how much I wanted to kiss her again.I leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her bare shoulder."You're beautiful," I whispered, knowing she couldn't hear me. "Even when you're asleep."She stirred. Her brows knit together for a second before she blinked slowly.I smiled. "Morning."She mumbled something, her voice groggy and low. "You smell like trouble."I laughed under my breath. "Only a little."She turned her face toward me, eyes still barely open. "Stephen.""Yeah?"She gave a lazy smile. "You're staring.""I

RAMONI had just come back from the bathroom, drying my hands on a towel, when my phone buzzed. The screen flashed with a hospital number. My stomach dropped.I answered immediately. “Hello?”There was a slight pause before a woman’s voice came through. Nervous. “Mr. Ramon?”“Yes, this is he.”“We… we’re really sorry to inform you that Miss Teresa is no longer in her room.”I blinked. “What?”“She’s gone. We believe she left within the last hour. A nurse went in to check her vitals and she was just gone. There’s a note. She left it for you.”My throat went dry. “What do you mean gone? She can barely walk. How did no one stop her?”“We’re investigating how she slipped past security,” the nurse said quickly. “But she was alert and calm at her last check-in. She must have planned it. I… I’m really sorry.”I didn’t answer. I just hung up.The phone slipped from my hand to the couch.Phoebe sat across from me, legs curled up under a blanket, her face lit by the soft blue glow of the movie

PHOEBEThe night air was cool, brushing gently across my arms as I sat beside Ramon in the car. The engine was off. Everything was still except the occasional chirp of crickets and the distant sound of water rushing beneath the old bridge. It was quiet here. It always had been. But this time, the silence felt heavier, filled with things unsaid.Ramon had come to me not long after Winnie left. He didn’t say much at first. Just took the keys, told me to come with him, and I did. I didn’t even ask where we were going. I just followed. Slid into the passenger seat beside him like it was the only place in the world that made sense, even when everything else didn’t.The ride was quiet. The kind of quiet that isn’t heavy or awkward, just… thoughtful. I kept my eyes on the window, watching headlights stretch across the road and blur into the darkness. My mind was loud though. Every thought I’d tried to shove down all week came back up like floodwater, rising, fast, and impossible to control.