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

Fiona couldn't stand the sight of the girl in front of her. Just one glance at Fiona's stunning looks, and she knew trouble was written all over her. Tyler belonged to her, and nobody was going to change that!

"Think you can just make me leave?" Fiona shot back, her eyes narrowing with a dangerous glint as she tightened her grip on the girl's wrist. "Where are you keeping Tyler?"

The girl struggled fiercely, but it was no use. All she could do was throw daggers at Fiona with her eyes. "Let go, or I'll scream my head off. Then you're really gonna be stuck here."

"Tell me where Tyler is," Fiona pressed.

The girl's scream sliced through the air, and in no time, people swarmed around the house. Fiona twisted the girl's arm behind her back, and the crowd closed in, armed with whatever they could find-brooms, rakes, rolling pins. They looked ready for a showdown!

"Grandpa, help me!" the girl pleaded, eyes desperately locking onto an old man.

Fiona's grip stayed firm, making even a tiny movement agony. In the throng, she spotted two familiar faces: Tyler's so-called uncle and aunt.

They recognized her too, confusion clear on their faces. Especially Tyler's aunt, who marched right up to Fiona, finger wagging accusingly. "This is our family business! What's it got to do with you? Haven't you caused enough trouble already, you little witch?"

Fiona brushed off her venomous words, her voice icy and matter-of-fact. "Where is Tyler?"

"Aunt, don't tell her! She's here to snatch Tyler away from us."

Fiona blinked, momentarily caught off guard. Snatch? Tyler?

"Of course, I won't tell her. This little witch tricked us at school before, and now that we've got her, she's not slipping away easily," the woman sneered, full of malice.

Thinking a high school girl couldn't be much trouble, she swung her hand to slap Fiona, but Fiona was quicker, landing a swift kick that sent the woman flying. She hit the ground, clutching her stomach and howling.

"How dare you!" barked the old man the girl called grandpa. "This is Reynolds family territory, and you're acting like you own the place?"

Fiona shrugged off his bluster. Just because he was old didn't mean he could boss everyone around. Those days were long gone, along with his old-world thinking.

"I'm here for Tyler, nothing else. Don't waste your time," Fiona stated firmly. No one believed her. To them, she was a problem that needed solving, fast. "Get her out of here," the old man ordered, and the crowd surged toward Fiona. But Fiona held her ground, keeping the girl as a shield. No one dared get too close.

"Bring Tyler out," Fiona demanded, her voice cold as ice.

Her grip on the girl's neck was firm, leaving a nasty bruise.noveldrama

"What's Tyler to you?" someone asked.

"None of your business," she shot back.

The response left them seething. In the end, the old man had no choice but to have Tyler brought out.