All Chapters of Runaway With Mr. CEO’s Triplets: Chapter 281 - Chapter 290

RAMONI hadn't even realized how close I was standing to her until it hit me, her warmth, her scent, the way she wasn’t moving away. It was like the whole world had faded, and it was just us, caught in this moment.I leaned in, slow, testing, watching her reaction. She didn’t flinch, didn’t push me away.Her lips parted slightly, breath warm against my skin. I could hear it, soft, uneven, like she wasn’t sure what to do next. But she wasn’t stopping me.I took another step, just a little closer.She bit her lip, hesitating, shy, but still, she didn’t move back.So I didn’t either.My heart pounded, a steady, insistent rhythm against my ribs. I could feel her breath hitch, see the way her lashes fluttered as she struggled with whatever was running through her mind.Just a little more…My hand hovered near her waist, not quite touching, just close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off her skin. Close enough that if she wanted to step away, she could.But she didn’t.Instead, h

PHOEBEI sat on the couch, arms crossed, my foot tapping against the floor. My chest was still tight, frustration bubbling under my skin. Granny watched me for a while before finally speaking."Alright, child, spill it. Are we still talking about your feeklings for Ramon? What's got you looking like a storm cloud?" she said, sipping her tea like she had all the time in the world.I let out a breath, shaking my head. "It's just... everything, Granny. Jasper. Billy. Ramon. I don’t know, I feel like I’m going crazy."She hummed, placing her cup down. "Boys can be difficult. But those two? They just love you."I scoffed. "Love me? They treat me like a prisoner. Like I can’t make my own choices. It’s exhausting!"Granny leaned forward, her eyes soft but knowing. "And what choices are we talking about exactly?"I groaned, rubbing my hands over my face. "Ramon. I like him, Granny. And they, especially Jasper, won’t even give him a chance. They act like he’s some criminal.""And is he?" she a

PHOEBEI gripped the steering wheel so tight my fingers ached.This neighborhood. This damn neighborhood.I swallowed, forcing the memories down. The last time I was here, things didn’t go well. I had no business coming back. But this wasn’t about me. This was about Ramon.I took a shaky breath and parked down the street from his house. My heart pounded in my chest as I stepped out of the car. I hated this place. The way it made me feel.But I wasn’t turning back.I managed to find his house, my feet feeling heavier with every step. My nerves were shot, and my stomach twisted uncomfortably. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting, but the last thing I wanted was another confrontation. Maybe I should’ve just called him instead of showing up unannounced.I hovered outside his gate, hesitating. My fingers twitched at my side, debating if I should knock or turn around and pretend this never happened.Then I saw him.Ramon.Shirtless.I froze.Sweat glistened on his skin as he worked out in his

SHAWNADamien and I stepped into the house, exhaustion pressing down on us like a heavy coat. Every muscle in my body ached, and all I wanted to do was collapse onto the nearest soft surface. But before I could even think about that, the rich, mouthwatering scent of pancakes and eggs filled the air. My stomach growled loudly in protest, reminding me that I hadn’t eaten much all day.Mom stood near the dining table, a soft smile on her face as she watched us. “You’re finally home.”I sighed heavily, dropping my bag onto the couch. “Yeah… it’s been a long day.”Her gaze swept over Damien and me, concern flickering in her eyes. “I can tell. You both look drained.”Damien let out a low groan as he pulled out a chair and sank into it. “That’s because we are.” He rubbed his temples tiredly. “Barely had time to eat today.”Mom walked over, gesturing toward the neatly arranged table. “Well, the kids made breakfast for you.”Damien’s head snapped up at that. “They did?” His voice held a mixtur

SHAWNAThe hospital smelled like antiseptic and fear. My heels clicked against the cold tile as I rushed toward the ICU, my heart pounding in my chest. The bright fluorescent lights overhead did nothing to warm the cold, sterile atmosphere. Nurses whispered in hushed tones, doctors moved quickly past me, their expressions grim, and somewhere, a machine beeped steadily, the sound pressing against my skull like a ticking clock.None of it mattered. I ran to a nurse and asked about Mr Bryan Lancaster. She told me he was in room 109, one of their VIP wards. I ran and The only thing I saw was the man lying motionless in the hospital bed."Grandpa?" My voice cracked as I stepped closer, my throat dry.He didn’t move. His skin, usually full of warmth, looked pale, too pale. His chest barely rose under the thin hospital blanket. Wires and tubes ran from his body to machines I didn’t understand, blinking and beeping like a language I couldn’t comprehend.This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be real.