Runaway With Mr. CEO’s Triplets
His voice was sharp, urgent, cutting through the fog of my own fear.
I could only nod, my mind numb. The reality of what was happening, the sheer, brutal reality of it, crashed down on me. "Help me lift her!" I yelled, my voice hoarse.
Together, we heaved her into the car. Every movement was agony for her, and she moaned softly. I cradled her head in my lap, her hair, usually so vibrant, now matted with sweat and blood. My hands, now completely covered in her blood, shook uncontrollably. I stared at them, the crimson staining my skin a stark, horrifying reminder of what had happened.
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