All Chapters of The Runaway Girlfriend of the Billionaire's Son: Chapter 151 - Chapter 159

The night deepened slowly over Isla Berde.The wind outside had softened into something almost gentle, like the island itself was finally exhaling after a long day. The waves below moved in a steady rhythm, quiet and endless, brushing against the shore like a lullaby meant for no one in particular.Inside the small room, the air felt warmer. Not from heat but from presence.Mae sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers loosely intertwined in her lap, her thoughts still drifting between everything that had happened earlier. Her mother. The confrontation. The words that had finally been said after years of silence.And Kent.Always Kent.He stood near the small wooden table, pulling his shirt off slowly as if the weight of the day had finally caught up to him. His movements were unhurried, almost tired, but there was something different in the way he kept glancing at her.Like he was making sure she was still there. Like she might disappear again if he blinked too long.Mae noticed. Of co

The celebration didn’t end right away.Even after the formal program, the hall stayed alive with noise, laughter bouncing off the walls, cameras clicking nonstop, families calling out names, classmates hugging like they were trying to hold onto a chapter they weren’t ready to close.Mae stayed near the back for a while longer, just watching everything unfold.It felt surreal.Like she had stepped into someone else’s life and was only now realizing she still belonged to it.Kent and Vanessa eventually found their way back to her.Vanessa looked slightly overwhelmed, holding a bouquet that clearly came from three different people.“Grabe,” she said, dropping into the seat beside Mae. “Parang ako yung graduate sa dami ng flowers na binigay sa akin. Hindi ko naman alam bakit.”Kent sat on Mae’s other side, quieter this time, still adjusting his tie like the formal atmosphere hadn’t fully left his system yet.“Baka kasi mukha kang approachable,” Mae said teasingly.Vanessa gasped. “Excuse

Five months after giving birth, the wedding finally happened.It was held on a quiet afternoon beneath a soft golden sky, where the sunlight seemed warmer and gentler than usual, as if even the day itself understood how important this moment was. There was no grand ballroom, no luxurious hotel, and no extravagant decorations meant to impress people who had never truly been part of their story.There were no crystal chandeliers. No endless guest lists. No forced smiles for strangers. Just family and close friends. Just the people who stayed. And somehow, that made everything far more beautiful.After everything they had been through, the fear, the running, the silence, the pain, the island, the tears, the healing, it felt right that their wedding would be simple.Not because their love was small but because it was real.Every part of it had been fought for. Every part of it had survived. And now, they are finally here.Mae stood quietly in front of the mirror, staring at her reflection

For a long moment, neither of them moved. The room was quiet except for the soft sound of the wind brushing against the glass balcony doors and the distant hum of the city far below. Somewhere outside, the lake stretched wide and still beneath the fading afternoon light, calm and endless, as if the world itself had decided to slow down for them.Golden sunlight slipped through the thin curtains, painting warm lines across the floor, across the bed, and across the white walls of the room that suddenly felt too intimate and too quiet at the same time.Mae stood in front of Kent, close enough to feel the warmth of his body and the steady rhythm of his breathing. For the first time in what felt like forever, there was nothing urgent waiting for them. No secrets. No fear. No one is trying to separate them. No need to explain. No need to run. Just silence. Just peace.It felt strange. Almost unfamiliar. Like happiness was something fragile she had to hold carefully, afraid it might disappea

The city was the same.That was the first thing Kent noticed as they stood at the edge of the sidewalk, the late afternoon sun spilling across the busy street in soft gold. Cars passed in a steady rhythm, people moved in hurried lines, and the familiar noise of Manila filled the air like it had never learned how to rest.Everything looked unchanged.But Kent wasn’t the same man who once ran through these streets with nothing but panic and a phone full of unanswered calls.Now, his hand was steady as it held Mae’s.And on the other hand, their daughter’s small fingers curled tightly around his, swinging lightly as she hummed to herself, completely unaware that this place once meant loss, fear, and almost-giving-up for her father.Mae followed his gaze.“You’re quiet,” she said softly.Kent blinked once, as if the present had just caught up to him. His grip on her hand tightened slightly, not out of fear, but out of something quieter. Something sure.“Thinking lang,” he answered.Mae ti