Semua Bab Runaway With Mr. CEO’s Triplets: Bab 481 - Bab 490

PHOEBEI woke up gasping. My skin was damp with sweat, my breath shallow and panicked. My hands were clenching the sheets, trembling. The nightmare still lingered in my head, Ramon, bleeding out, calling my name and then going silent."Ramon?" I called out.No answer.I got out of bed fast, my feet barely touching the cold floor as I rushed toward the window. The night was quiet, too quiet.“Ramon?” I called again, louder this time.Then I saw him, standing outside on the balcony. The door was slightly open, the curtain swaying gently in the breeze. He stood there shirtless, his back to me, arms resting on the railing. The moonlight kissed his skin. He looked deep in thought.I walked to the door and pushed it open wider. The air was cooler out there. Still. Quiet.“Ramon…” My voice cracked.He turned, startled. “Phoebe?”I stood in the doorway, hugging my arms around myself. “I thought you were gone.”He frowned and stepped toward me. “Gone? What do you mean?”I didn’t know how to sa

STEPHEN We moved fast.I grabbed Winnie’s hand as we ran through the hospital corridor. The fluorescent lights flickered overhead, and my heart pounded louder than my footsteps.“Stephen,” she said, breathless. “Where do we go?”“Room 207,” I said. “We need to get there first. Lock it down.”She nodded. “I’m with you.”We reached the elevator. Too slow. I turned, yanked open the stairwell door, and we took the stairs two at a time.“I can’t believe this is real,” Winnie said, her voice shaking.I glanced at her. “It’s real. And if we don’t stop them, Teresa dies.”We reached the second floor, sprinted out into the hallway. The hospital was eerily quiet. I could hear the squeak of a janitor’s mop somewhere in the distance, but everything else felt... frozen.I turned the corner.Room 207.I pushed the door open, and there she was, Teresa. Still unconscious. IV drip beside her, bandages wrapped around her shoulder and midsection. Machines beeped steadily.“She doesn’t even know someone

PHOEBEI stood by the hallway, just out of sight, my back pressed against the cold wall as I listened to the sharp click of metal. Ramon was in the room, loading his gun. I could hear every movement, every shift in weight, every breath he took. My heart pounded so hard I thought it might echo down the corridor. I didn’t want to interrupt him. I didn’t want to distract him. But I couldn’t stay quiet anymore."You don’t have to do this," I said, my voice soft and shaking.He didn’t turn around. He didn’t even pause. “I do.”“Ramon…” I took a step forward.He finally looked over his shoulder. His eyes were dark, cold, and determined. “Phoebe, please. Not now.”There was something final in his voice. Like he’d already said goodbye in his mind.I swallowed, my throat dry. “Why won’t you let me come with you?”He sighed through his nose. “Because it’s not your fight.”I hated that answer. It didn’t matter whose fight it was. He mattered. His life mattered. If anything happened to him, it wo

PHOEBEI dropped to my knees beside Ramon, my hands trembling as they pressed over the wound in his side."Ramon. No, no, no... Stay with me. Please."His blood was everywhere. On my hands. My jeans. The ground. It soaked through my fingers, warm and terrifying.He groaned, his eyes flickering open, barely conscious."Phoebe…" he whispered, a faint smile trying to form.I shook my head, choking back a sob. "Don’t talk. Save your strength. You’re going to be okay. Help is coming."From the corner of my eye, I saw Richard move.At first, I thought it was just a twitch. Maybe a death spasm, just nerves firing off one last time. But then I caught it again, his hand. Slowly dragging toward his coat.My heart stopped.That bastard, he wasn’t done.“Ramon,” I breathed, pressing my hand harder against his bleeding side, but my eyes stayed on Richard. “He’s not…. he’s not dead.”Ramon groaned softly beneath me, his blood soaking through my pants, my hands, my soul. “Phoebe… go…”“No. I’m not l

The day of the wedding dawned soft and golden.It wasn’t held in a grand church with tall stained-glass windows or a fancy hotel ballroom with chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. No, this wedding was different, quiet, meaningful, and full of heart. The ceremony took place in the countryside, on a wide, open field where nature was the only decoration they needed. The air smelled of fresh earth and wildflowers, and the soft wind danced between the trees like it, too, had come to celebrate.Tall oak trees stood around the field like gentle guardians, their leaves swaying softly as golden sunlight filtered through their branches. It was the kind of setting that made people feel calm just by standing in it. In the middle of the field stood two white arches, simple and elegant, placed side by side. They were carefully decorated with twisting green vines, pale pink roses, and white lilies, creating a picture so beautiful it felt like a dream. One arch belonged to Ramon and Phoebe. The othe