Novels by Ella Anderson

The next morning, Austin woke to the sound of a knock on his bedroom door. He slowly sat up, his head heavy from the sleepless night. Another knock followed before he finally stood and walked toward the door. Opening it slightly, he found one of the maids standing outside with her head lowered respectfully. “Sir, the doctor is here,” she said softly. Austin rubbed his face tiredly. “Alright. I will be downstairs soon.” He shut the door gently and leaned against it for a moment. His chest felt tight. Ever since his grandfather had collapsed, guilt had been eating him alive. After washing his face and brushing his teeth, he changed quickly and headed downstairs. The doctor was seated in the living room waiting for him. “Good morning,” Austin said as he approached. The doctor stood immediately. “Good morning, sir. I have good news. Mister Daniels is awake.” Austin froze. For a second, he could not even breathe properly. “He is awake?” he repeated quietly. The doctor nodded wit

The Andersons’ mansion was in complete chaos as reporters crowded around the gates, cameras flashing nonstop. Their loud voices filled the air, each person trying to push closer for a better view. Security guards struggled to control the crowd, but it was useless. News vans lined the street while microphones stretched over shoulders . Inside the mansion, tension spread through every corner. Amanda stood near the staircase, her hands trembling as she listened to the noise outside grow louder. Suddenly, the crowd outside parted, and several police officers stepped through the gates. The sudden silence that followed made her stomach tighten. The front doors opened. One of the officers stepped forward, his expression cold and professional. “We are looking for Mr. Luke Anderson.” Footsteps echoed from the staircase above. Luke Anderson appeared moments later, dressed in a neatly ironed sky-blue designer shirt with dark Vuitton pants walking with a calm composure. He stopped halfwa

They remained in the car Neither of them spoke for a while. Racheal sat quietly beside him, staring ahead while Austin rested one hand against the steering wheel. The tension from earlier still lingered heavily between them. Austin finally broke the silence. “So,” he said quietly, “are you going to tell me what exactly you’re planning?” Racheal looked down at the phone in her hand."I have to go" she said avoiding the question. Racheal stepped out of Austin’s car slowly, shutting the door behind her. Austin lowered the window slightly. “Call me when you get home.” She nodded once before walking away. Her own car was parked farther ahead near the game reserve beside the residential building. She unlocked it quickly and got in, trying not to think too much about what had just happened. But the moment she rested back against the seat, memories came rushing back anyway. Austin’s hands. The way he had looked at her. The warmth of his touch still lingered against he

The next morning, Rachael woke to the sound of a knock on her door. Her eyes flew open instantly. She had barely slept the night before, her mind replaying every moment she had spent with Austin. “Give me a minute,” she called, quickly adjusting her night robe before walking to the door. She opened it to find William standing there. “What’s wrong?” she asked, confused by the look on his face. “It’s almost nine,” he said calmly. “Freshen up and come have breakfast.” “Thanks. Give me a moment,” she replied before shutting the door. A few minutes later, she walked into the living room, picking up the sandwich that had been ordered for her. She barely managed a few bites before standing up. “Where are you going now?” William asked, watching her closely. “Don’t worry about it,” she replied quickly before heading out. She got into her car and drove off, unaware that William had followed closely behind. A few minutes later, she stopped in front of the game reserve site where she ha

Racheal was driving back, her mind spinning with thoughts about Carl. She had no idea how everything would turn out or if she would even make it out alive. “I don’t know what I’ll do if anything happens to him,” she whispered to herself. Her phone suddenly rang. It was Austin. They had spoken from time to time while she was in Norway. Without hesitation, she picked up. “Hello?” Austin said. “Hi. How are you doing?” Racheal replied. “I’m good. You?” “I’m fine too.” There was a brief silence before she spoke again. “Is something wrong?” “I’ve just been missing you lately,” Austin admitted as he leaned back in his chair. Racheal smiled faintly. “I miss you too. I’m sure the office feels quieter without me.” “It does. Everywhere feels dull around here.” “Well, I really have to go,” she said softly. “You always find a way to end our calls early,” Austin complained lightly. She laughed. “I’m driving, Austin. It’s not personal.” “Well, I actually have something im

Soon morning came. Racheal was already seated with a cup of coffee as they planned their next move. “Lily, we found the truck driver who hit your father that day. He’s currently in the hospital with lung cancer. Seems life is already making him pay for what he did,” William said with a dry chuckle. Racheal slowly dropped her cup. “Mia, William, I need both of you to go see him. Use whatever means possible to make him talk. He’s our trump card.” “Understood,” William replied, signaling Mia to follow him. The two quickly entered the car and drove straight to City Hospital. After asking around with the description they had, they finally found the man’s room. He looked weak and thin, barely able to move. They stepped inside quietly. “Hi,” Mia greeted with a cheerful smile. “How are you feeling, sir? Any recovery yet?” The man gave a weak cough. “Well, I’ll just keep you company then,” Mia continued, pulling a chair closer. For almost twenty minutes, she rambled about her