LOGINAnabella looked at her father for several seconds, wondering whether he genuinely expected her to stand there and accept whatever punishment he'd decided she deserved. The entire ballroom had fallen quiet after his command, and even the guests who'd been whispering about the counterfeit clock were now watching with undisguised interest.Her father stood beside the presentation table, his expression stern as he waited for her to obey. Beside him, Vivienne looked appropriately troubled, while her brothers wore the satisfied expressions of men who believed their troublesome sister was finally about to receive a long-overdue lesson.Anabella glanced at the antique, then returned her attention to her father.“I'm taking my property home,” she said calmly. “I don't see why that requires your permission.”Her father's face darkened. “Your property? You brought that ridiculous imitation into my house, embarrassed me in front of my guests, and now you think you can walk away without taking res
By the time the appraiser arrived at the Benjamin estate, the birthday celebration had become something entirely different from what its host had intended. The musicians were still playing, servants continued moving between tables with refreshments, and the enormous birthday cake remained untouched near the stage. However, hardly anyone was paying attention to those things anymore. The guests were far more interested in the two identical antiques presented by daughters who could barely tolerate each other.Anabella sat near the side of the ballroom, reading a message from Ella. The restoration company had reconfirmed the clock's purchase documents, ownership history, and transportation records. Everything matched, including the distinctive restoration work carried out before delivery. Ella was still waiting for the European specialist's final written confirmation, but there was nothing to suggest Anabella had purchased a counterfeit.“Look at them,” Nyx remarked as another group of gu
The birthday celebration was already in full swing when the master of ceremonies announced that it was time for the presentation of gifts. Guests gradually made their way toward the stage, carrying their drinks as servants cleared the center of the ballroom. The Benjamin family occupied the front tables alongside several respected pack elders, while business associates and relatives gathered nearby to watch.Anabella remained near the back with a glass of juice, wondering how much longer she needed to stay before leaving without another argument. She had already greeted her father, spoken to her mother, and endured enough unpleasant comments to last the rest of the year. If not for the promise she'd made to her grandmother, she would have been enjoying a peaceful evening at home instead.“Are we leaving after this?” Nyx asked hopefully. “Because I can think of several things more entertaining than watching rich people congratulate one another.”“That depends on how quickly they finish
Anabella stared at the astronomical clock inside the presentation case, wondering whether the universe had developed a particularly irritating sense of humor. The gilded bronze frame, delicate blue enamel, and miniature planets suspended beneath the glass dome were almost identical to the antique she'd spent months tracking down. Even the tiny crescent moon attached to the upper mechanism appeared to be in the same position.The Aurelian Celestial Clock was supposedly the only surviving original of its kind, and unless the European collector she'd purchased it from had somehow sold the same clock twice, something was clearly wrong.“Interesting,” Nyx murmured. “Did your precious sister rob a museum?”“Unlikely. That would require actual effort,” Anabella muttered, leaning closer to examine the decorative markings around the base.The lighting made the finer details difficult to distinguish, and the glass prevented her from checking the restoration marks. Whoever had produced the secon
Anabella Valerio stared at the invitation lying on her desk for the third time that morning, wondering whether attending her father's birthday was worth the headache she would undoubtedly get from seeing the Benjamin family again.She had more important things to do than spend an evening surrounded by people who considered her responsible for every problem in their lives. Her brothers were still furious about her decision to withdraw from the family businesses, her father hadn't forgiven her for cancelling her engagement to Alex, and Vivienne would probably find some ridiculous reason to cry before the night ended.Honestly, staying home sounded wonderful.“Then stay home,” Nyx suggested lazily. “We could order something expensive and celebrate not seeing those idiots.”Anabella leaned back in her chair, rubbing her forehead. “Tempting.”Unfortunately, there was her mother.She remembered the afternoon her mother had visited her office, looking unusually nervous as she handed over the
Anabella was halfway through reviewing Ashland's revised separation agreement when her phone rang for the third time that morning.She glanced at the screen, saw Reed's name and considered throwing the device into her drawer. Unfortunately, ignoring him usually encouraged him to find more creative ways to become a nuisance.“What?”“Good morning to you too, sweetheart.” Reed sounded disgustingly cheerful. “Cancel whatever you're doing tonight. I'm taking you somewhere.”Anabella continued reading the document in front of her. “No.”“You haven't even asked where.”“Because I don't care. I have work, Reed, and whatever nonsense you're planning can wait.”Across the desk, Ella was reviewing another contract. She briefly looked up when Anabella mentioned Reed's name, then wisely returned to her paperwork.Reed made a disappointed sound. “You know, most women would be delighted if I invited them out.”“Then invite one of them. And stop acting like we're dating.”There was a short silence b







