I Refuse to Be Your Second Choice novel Chapter 343

Camila White stared at him, her face cold and unreadable. The cheerful mask she usually wore had vanished.

Mike reached out, trying to grab her arm. She stepped back, her voice sharp and icy. “It’s nothing. Just something to make sure you never open your mouth again.”

He wanted to say more, but his strength gave out. He collapsed onto the couch, heavy and helpless.

“You’re no use to me now. Don’t even think about threatening me again.”

Her words sounded like they were coming from far away, then suddenly right in his ear. He tried to speak, but everything went dark.

Camila glanced at Mike with open disgust. She quickly straightened her clothes and ran her fingers through her tangled hair, smoothing it back into place.

Footsteps echoed from upstairs.

She turned around. Eric Bailey was coming down, his steps quick and determined. He crossed the room in seconds. Before she could say anything, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her hard.

He had seen everything from the upper floor. Watching Mike’s hands on Camila had made his blood boil.

“Mmm…” Camila answered his kiss for a moment, then pushed him away, panting. “What about him?”

She nodded toward Mike, who was still unconscious on the couch. Eric gave Mike a quick, cold look.

“I’ll handle it.”

He walked over, checked that Mike was still breathing, then hauled him up, tossing him over his shoulder.

Camila hurried after him.

Together, they shoved Mike into the trunk of their car and drove off without looking back.

Forty minutes later, they pulled up at a deserted pier by the ocean.

Eric parked the car in the shadows. Working together, he and Camila dragged Mike onto a small yacht waiting nearby.

The engine hummed to life, and the boat glided away from the coast, pushing deeper and deeper into the open sea.

When the shore was nothing but a memory behind them, Eric stopped the engine. He walked over to where Mike lay.

Just as he was about to lift him, Mike’s eyes flickered open.

In seconds, he was gone, leaving only a few ripples behind.

Camila stood at the edge of the deck, her eyes fixed on the water. Even if the police found his body, they’d just think it was a tragic accident.

When the surface was calm again, she turned to Eric. “Let’s go.”

Eric started the yacht, and they sped back to shore.

A few days slipped by. There was still no sign of Nicholas. Natalie Watson’s search was going nowhere.

Eugene Ramirez sat with a worried look on his face. “If they were at any hospital, we would have found them. Unless…”

“Unless they’re not in a hospital at all,” Natalie finished for him.

With all the resources the Ramirez family had, it made no sense that Nicholas and his family were still missing.

Just then, Natalie’s phone rang. It was a number she didn’t recognize.

“Hello, is this Ms. Watson?” A woman’s voice came through, nervous and a little rushed. The caller sounded like she was in a hurry.