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

The woman, her face twisted with rage, yelled, "You shameless hussy! Trying to steal my man, huh? Don't think I can't recognize you just because you're wearing a mask!"

She stormed forward, hand raised to strike.

Flora smoothly sidestepped, her eyes radiating impatience. "Why don't you keep your man in check instead of throwing a tantrum here?"

The woman, now even angrier, tried to slap Flora again.

But Flora had had enough. With a swift kick to the shin, the woman stumbled and fell, her knee landing on the shattered remains of a wine glass. "Take a good look. Am I really the one you're after?"

The sharp pain in her knee brought a moment of clarity. She realized she might have mistaken Flora for someone else.Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

Flora's voice was clear and cold, nothing like the sultry tone of the woman she'd mistaken her for. But the similar outfit had confused her.

Seeing Flora in a denim jacket that hugged her figure, a flash of jealousy crossed the woman's eyes. Middle-aged and a mother of two, she no longer had the youthful allure she once did. Her husband had left her for someone else.

Even if Flora wasn't the vixen she thought, she was still no good in her eyes-another little temptress!

The pain from her knee only made her angrier.

Struggling to her feet, blood streaming from her knee, she shouted, "I know I'm right! You're the slut trying to steal my husband! You better kneel and apologize right now, or else I'll make you pay!"

Her boldness was likely due to noticing that Flora wasn't dressed in designer brands. Just a young girl here, probably someone's side piece with no real power.

Lance and Colton frowned deeply.

This audacious woman, daring to insult Ms. Flora!

She clearly had no idea who she was messing with!

The crowd around them grew, and Flora's expression darkened even more. Without another word, she turned to leave.

"Stop right there!"

The woman reached out to grab her, but Colton, his patience worn thin, kicked her away.

He had no qualms about hitting a woman who pushed too far.

"Lady, if I were your man, I wouldn't like you either," Lance chimed in sincerely.

Who would fancy a madwoman?

His words were a dagger to her heart, igniting her fury.

She took the whistle from around her neck and blew it.

The piercing sound cut through the air, and soon, a dozen men appeared behind her.

"Teach this wench a lesson! Strip her and throw her into the sea!"

"Poor girl, running into such a madwoman right off the bat," someone murmured sympathetically, though no one moved to help.

"Did you actually believe her? That girl's a seductress, luring men? Trash like her deserves no pity. Only men like you would feel sorry for her."

"Do you really buy her story? Don't you know who she is? She's infamous on the island for her jealousy. Any woman prettier than her ends up stripped by her. Beauties just have bad luck crossing her path."

Most were just there for the show. They weren't exactly the compassionate types. In fact, they were curious to see if Flora would actually be stripped.

Lance and Colton's faces turned icy, ready to step in, but Flora was quicker.

In a blur of motion, she who had been standing behind them charged at the dozen bodyguards.