Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life

She knew it wasn't right.

Flora didn't owe Shawn anything. But as a mother, her first instinct was always her son. She might as well apologize to Flora, she thought.

Alyssa's heart-wrenching cries tugged at anyone's heartstrings. Flora slid her phone back into her pocket, irritation creasing her brows. She glanced at Orla and gestured for her to come over. Orla strutted over, thinking she'd won, a smug smile playing on her lips. "So, Flora, you've agreed?"

She had brought it up in front of Shawn's parents and the lab team, confident that if Flora refused, they'd all see her as heartless and selfish. A little media manipulation would make Flora's life hell in Austenberg.

Orla expected Flora to beg, to plead desperately. The thought widened her smile, but it quickly froze.

Her eyes widened in terror.

She hadn't even seen Flora move, but suddenly a sharp pain shot through her knees, and she was on the ground, kneeling.

Orla's bodyguards rushed in, hands reaching for their waists.

Guns!

was

pale, never

her side. His presence was overwhelming, exuding authority and dominance, making everyone

Connor's presence, looking as meek as quails. They had been with the

"Flora, you!"

her voice. The pain in her knees was a constant reminder of the humiliation she had just suffered-an

How dare she!

dare she treat her this

she not afraid that Orla might withhold

the antidote, and I'll let you go. Otherwise,

eyes

Flora's bold words,

clenched in anger. "Flora, you've gone too far! I've been nothing but polite, and yet you... Fine!

Alyssa quickly grabbed her. "Miss

would become of her son if