All Chapters of Runaway With Mr. CEO’s Triplets: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

SHAWNAKyle’s words lingered like smoke in the air, curling into every corner of my thoughts. “A mole?” I repeated, disbelief clinging to my voice. “You’re serious?”Kyle nodded, his face dark and serious. “Think about it, Shawna. How else could Stacey have known? Someone’s feeding her information. Someone close to you.”I rubbed my temples, the idea sending a sharp pang of unease through me. “This is ridiculous. We’ve been careful.”“Careful?” Kyle snorted, pushing off the wall to pace the room. “Stacey didn’t just magically know about the deal. It didn’t come from thin air.”I stared at him, my mind racing. “Okay, fine. Let’s say you’re right. Who? Who do you think it is?”Kyle stopped pacing and faced me, his arms crossed and his gaze hard. “Let’s start with the basics. Who knew about our deal?”I frowned, counting on my fingers. “You, me, Cara, Damien, and Eugene. That’s it.”Kyle’s jaw worked as he processed the names. “Eugene’s out. She wouldn’t sell herself out. That leaves Car

SHAWNAEugene paced the room, her steps erratic, like she was teetering on the edge of an explosion. Her movements mirrored the chaos that seemed to be brewing in her mind. Her mother, rooted by the door with her arms firmly crossed, didn’t move a muscle. She was like a mirror image of Eugene, the same fiery determination written all over her face.“That’s it. We’re leaving,” Eugene declared, her voice sharp and cutting through the room like a blade. She didn’t even flinch as she said it. “And you’re not calling the cops about it, Shawna.”I blinked, stunned by her nerve. My anger flared, bubbling up from deep inside me. I felt the heat rising in my chest, threatening to spill over. “Excuse me?” I said, my voice rising. “You don’t get to dictate what I do. Not after everything you’ve done.”Eugene stopped pacing and turned to face me, her jaw set in defiance. “I’m not sticking around for Stacey to come after me again. I’m done with this place, Shawna.”I crossed my arms, trying to ste

STACEYThe bubbles in the tub were starting to lose their fluffiness, shrinking into patches of foamy islands scattered across the surface. The once-steamy water was beginning to cool, but I didn’t care. I sank deeper into the tub, letting the warm water embrace me like a protective cocoon. The lavender scent lingered in the air, soothing but failing to completely silence the nagging thoughts in my head.I closed my eyes and tried to focus on the rhythm of the droplets trickling from the faucet, hoping it might lull me into some semblance of calm. Just as I started to feel my shoulders relax, the sharp buzz of my phone broke through the quiet.Stretching over the edge of the tub, I grabbed the phone from the sink. Water dripped from my fingers onto the screen, but I wiped it hastily and glanced at the caller ID. Cara’s name flashed brightly, the screen glowing like it was demanding my attention.“What now?” I muttered, answering the call as I leaned back in the tub, the warmth of the

CARA I sat in my car, staring at my phone, willing it to light up with Stacey’s name. The longer it stayed dark, the heavier the knot in my stomach grew. Nothing. No missed calls, no texts, nothing to tell me where she was or if she was okay. I sighed, leaning back against the seat as my fingers found the familiar buttons to dial her number for what felt like the hundredth time. The phone rang. Once. Twice. Three times. My heart took a little leap of hope before it hit voicemail again. “Hi, this is Stacey. You know what to do. Beep.” I groaned and ended the call before the beep could mock me any further. My fingers gripped the steering wheel tightly as I muttered under my breath, “Come on, Stacey. Pick up. Where are you?” The uneasy silence of the car seemed to press in on me, amplifying the thoughts racing through my mind. I couldn’t shake the bad feeling gnawing at my gut. Something wasn’t right. Shawna not coming to work was strange enough. But is Stacey disappearing too?

SHAWNACara swallowed hard, her throat bobbing visibly. “I don’t know if I have anything useful,” she admitted, her voice cracking. “She didn’t tell me much. She kept me in the dark most of the time.”“Think,” I pressed, my tone cutting through the tension like a blade. “Anything you’ve heard, seen, or even suspected could be the key to stopping her.”“I… I do have some texts,” Cara said hesitantly, pulling her phone from her pocket. “She sent me instructions sometimes. And there’s this file she left at my place. She said not to open it, but I… I couldn’t help myself. It’s all in there, her plans, the names, everything. I took a picture of it with my phone”Damien and I exchanged a glance, a spark of hope igniting between us.“Good,” I said, nodding. “That’s a start. You’re going to hand everything over, and we’ll take it from there. But Cara…” I stepped closer, lowering my voice. “If you’re lying, or if you’re holding anything back, there won’t be a next time. Understood?”She nodded