Novels by Sanna

Mason's mouth hung open as they approached the gate of the Lachlan estate, which was a majestic structure of ornate metal work that spoke volumes of how wealthy the Lachlans were. There were lion heads on each of the pillars that held the gate upright. “Is this where we will be staying?” Ana whispered into Mason's ear, eyes enlarged. “I guess so,” Mason answered, his eyes still fixed on the wrought iron before them. He made out an elegant cursive writing of the words, “Lachlan estate,” engraved on the gate. Anxiety gnawed at his insides as a series of thoughts flooded him. He was dazed, constantly rubbing his eyes to be sure he wasn't dreaming. Two men, one built and the other one lank, pulled the gate half open and stepped out of the estate. “Roll down the windows,” Williamas instructed the chauffeur, and all four windows glided down.Williams and the two men exchanged pleasantries before ordering for the gates to be open. With a loud groaning sound, the gate was pulled open f

Mason's brows furrowed into confusion as he narrowed his eyes into skepticism at the unfamiliar men in front of him. "Distinguished... what?" Mason wondered, glancing over his shoulder for the supposed heir, but all he could see was Ana, Mike, and his men.Mike and his men guffawed, amused. "Mason is no rich heir, he's just a filthy pauper!" Mike sneered, and his men burst into a round of annoying laughter. Mason ignored their jeers, focusing on the confusing situation. "Excuse me, are you certain you're at the right house?" Mason asked the men.Tension eased off his shoulders. At least, these men weren't here to beat him or his sister. Before the men could respond, Ana interrupted, her voice shrill. "No! That was passed down through generations!" Mason spun, beholding his sister, desperately trying to wrestle a golden necklace from Mike's grasp. "Well, this looks like it cost a fortune, and now it belongs to me," he sneered, palming her face and shoving her to the ground. "Ana!

Mason's eyes widened, and hope sprouted in his stomach. The offer was juicy, but how could he sign a contract to get married to a total stranger for a year. “How much?” Mason asked. “It's all in the contract. I give you the grace of taking it home and reading it,” Oliva said, tucking a stray strand of lush, black hair behind her ear. “But how can I get married to a person I know nothing about?” Mason asked another nerve-racking question. Olivia ticked, slamming her fist on the door handle. “Have I been speaking a different language?!” Olivia cooked her brows, snapping at Mason.“What's going on? Is everything fine back there?” Bryan inquired with alertness laced in his tone, glancing over his shoulder from the passenger's seat. “Yes,” Olivia responded and with the lazy wave of her hand, she dismissed the guard, causing him to face the windscreen. Mason swallowed deep breaths, wincing when it felt like he was breathing in shards of glass. It was a reminder of the brutal beating

Mason's ears caught the sounds of blows being thrown and groans of agony which soon turned into wails flying out of the lips of Charlie, Rufus, and their men, snapping him back to reality.“You dare lay a finger on him?” Mason heard a feminine voice say with anger laced in her tone. “Beat them all up, show them not to mess with him again.”Mason opened his eyes, weakly scanning the environment. He was shocked to see a girl standing before him, instructing her body guards to beat up Charlie, Rufus and their boys. Who could she be? Why was she helping him? He lifted his head to get a better view of Olivia's face, but her back was turned against him as she continued to instruct her guards to beat the men who had attacked Mason to pulp in a fit of rage. A plea for mercy tugged on the strings of Mason's attention. From the corners of Mason's eyes, he noticed a body guard taking Charlie down with a swift kick and pinning him to the ground, delivering blows that caused his head to bounce

Mason's body shook as he tried to maneuver around Walter, but Walter clutched his arm, sinking his nails into Mason's flesh like sharp talons. He spun Mason around to face Charlie and the rest of the bodyguards, who had caught up to them. Their faces were twisted into cruel grins.Mason winced, his teeth clattering at the cold sting of Walter's nails, and his eyes met Charlie's black orbs, burning with anger. "Did you think it would be easy to escape Walter and I?" Charlie asked, his voice low and menacing."I didn't do it," Mason confessed with fear wracking through his body."You are a liar!" Charlie growled.Just as Charlie's men closed in, a black van halted beside them, and a group of men jumped out. Rushing towards Mason and Walter. Immediately, Mason recognized the leader, Rufus, as a debt collector.Mason's stomach churned as he lowered his gaze to the floor, feeling a lump form in his throat. "What-what do you want from me?" Mason asked, his pulse racing, threatening to bur

"How dare you burn my dress?" Ellen thundered, her voice like a crack of lightning. She snatched the green dress from Mason's hand, her nails scratching against his skin.Ellen was the daughter of Mr. Russell, Mason's boss, and she had continued to torture Mason, making life miserable for him. "I'm so sorry. It was a mistake, and—" Mason's words were cut short by the sting of Ellen's palm connecting with his face. Mason's head jerked to the side, his cheek burning from the impact.He raised his hand to nurse his cheek, his eyes watering from the pain as sweat glided down his back.Ellen's eyes blazed with fury, her amber irises flashing like hot coals as she threw the dress at his face. The dress fluttered down, but he caught it before it touched the floor."What bloody mistake?!" she fumed, her face reddening with rage. "Answer me!" She demanded, her voice dripping with venom. “Were you blind when you were straightening my dress?!” Mason gulped, his throat constricting with fear. H