Hatred Born of Love

Isla was lying on a bed of ancient style.

The bedclothes were also a very beautiful white lace series.

They were really good-looking.

Isla was lying on the bed like the sleeping beauty in her sleep.

But something seemed to be bothering the sleeping beauty.

She was frowning and there were tears at the corners of her eyes.

She kept frowning, her eyebrows almost twisted together.

She looked frightene