Isla’s POV

I woke up the next morning and my head was throbbing with pain, I look around and see a maid standing in the doorway, watching me with suspicion. "Who are you?" the maid demands. "What are you doing here?"

I try to sit up, but my head spins and I fall back onto the bed. "I don't know," I say weakly. "I can't remember anything. All I remember is Mrs Jenkins asking me what I remember and that I am safe here.” I exclaimed tearfully.

“Oh yes she is the lady of the house. She's a face of a grandmother but the heart of a devil. “ the...