Semua Bab Runaway With Mr. CEO’s Triplets: Bab 261 - Bab 270

PHOEBEJasper stiffened, his expression darkening. Billy’s mouth fell slightly open, and for a second, there was only silence.Then Jasper’s voice, low and sharp, cut through the tension. "Are you serious right now, Phoebe?"I crossed my arms. "Yes, I’m serious. You both act like I need a full-time security detail when I’m just trying to live my life. But I wasn’t the one who got kidnapped, was I?"Billy let out a short, disbelieving laugh, but there was no humor in it. "Wow. That’s low, even for you."Jasper took a step closer, his eyes blazing. "You think just because it didn’t happen to you, it didn’t affect you? It affected all of us, Phoebe. We almost lost Billy! And if you had been in the wrong place that day, it could’ve been you."I scoffed. "But it wasn’t. And yet, here we are, years later, and I’m the one being treated like a prisoner!"Billy shook his head, his hands on his hips. "You don’t get it, do you? We’re not overprotective because we want to control you. We’re like

PHOEBEThe men laughed, their cruel amusement echoing in the dark alley. My breath came in shallow gasps as I took another step back, but there was nowhere to go."You really thought someone would help you?" the stocky one sneered. "You’re in the wrong part of town, sweetheart. No one’s coming."The tallest one cracked his knuckles again, his grin widening. "Might as well stop screaming. Save your energy."Panic clawed at my chest. My heart hammered as they advanced."No! Get away from me!" I screamed, thrashing as hands grabbed my arms. I kicked my foot connecting with someone’s shin. He cursed, but another pair of hands yanked at my jacket. I felt the fabric rip, the cold air hitting my skin as my shirt followed.Terror surged through me. "Please, stop! Let me go!"A deafening roar filled the alley. Not a scream. Not a shout. An engine. A motorcycle.The hands-on me hesitated, just for a second, before a blur of movement shot through the dimly lit alley.A figure in black jumped off

PHOEBERamon led me into his house, and I immediately took in the small but neat living room. It wasn’t extravagant, but it had a cozy, lived-in feel. A dark brown couch sat against one wall, a small television across from it. A few shelves held books and random trinkets. The scent of coffee and something faintly musky lingered in the air."Nice place," I said sincerely, turning to face him.I watched as Ramon scoffed, tossing his helmet onto the couch with a careless thud. His place was small but neat, dimly lit by a single overhead bulb. The faint scent of leather and motor oil clung to the air, a stark contrast to the floral and citrus-scented halls of my home.“Don’t flatter me, princess,” he muttered, running a hand through his dark hair. “I’ve been to your house. One of your bedrooms is bigger than this entire place.”I blinked at the bitterness in his tone. “That’s not what I meant. I was just—”“Just what?” He turned to face me fully, arms crossed, eyes dark with something unr

PHOEBEI sighed, rubbing my temples as I tried to explain everything to my parents. “Ramon left… angrily,” I said softly, still feeling guilty.Mom frowned, sitting up a little. “Angrily? Why?”I bit my lip, trying to find the right words. “Because when we got to the hospital… the police thought he had kidnapped me.”Dad’s face darkened instantly. “What?”“They arrested him right there at the entrance,” I admitted, my voice laced with frustration. “They didn’t even ask questions. They just assumed the worst because of how he looked.”Mom gasped. “Phoebe… that’s horrible.”I nodded. “I tried explaining that he saved me, that he was just helping, but they wouldn’t listen at first. It took a lot of convincing before they finally let him go.”Dad ran a hand down his face. “So that’s why he left upset.”Later that evening, mom was discharged and she told me to lead them to Ramon’s place. As soon as we pulled up in front of Ramon’s house, I could already tell this was a mistake. The place w

SHAWNAI followed Damien out of the boardroom, my heels clicking against the marble floor as I sighed exaggeratedly. "I feel like all we do is attend parties," I complained, shaking my head. "First, it was the gala, then the investor's dinner, and now we have to prepare for the annual company ball?"Damien chuckled, adjusting his cufflinks as we walked. "Well, at least we’ve stopped running around dealing with crises. I’d say that’s progress.""If you say so," I muttered, though I wasn’t entirely convinced. "Three days is such short notice. I don’t even have a dress yet.""Oh no, whatever will you do?" Damien teased, smirking. "It’s not like you have an entire wardrobe filled with designer dresses."I rolled my eyes. "You don’t understand. The annual company ball is different. Everything has to be perfect. It’s not just about looking nice, it’s about making a statement. People notice everything."Damien chuckled, clearly amused by my dilemma. "Shawna, you could show up in a garbage ba