Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

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"Welcome, monsieur Brennan," he says, his French accent sharp as ever. "Gus's estate is now yours, as are its many... intricacies. I hope you can handle all this and respect the traditions."

I don't miss the hint of doubt in his voice. I try not to look too overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of

this place.

"This... is Gus's home?" I ask, glancing back at the massive structure behind us. "Fuck, it's mental

"Indeed," Hugo replies. "One of several, but this is the crown jewel. A gift from a royal family here in Belgium, many years ago. It has been updated over the years, of course, to meet more modern standards. But the history is rich. And the connections it holds... priceless." "Royal family?"

"Yes. Belgium has a proud royal history, as do many European countries and each of them are carefully kept as allies. We never want to upset or offend any of our connections."

"Here is a list of the gifts just in this last year alone." He hands me a print-out. "You must confer with your advisors before interacting with any of them. And do not accept or refuse any gift without discussing it with me and Sofia."

"I doubt I can fart without clearing it first."

He remains poker-faced. "PR is everything for Nexus Global and you'll find Sofia takes it very seriously She's the best in the world, that's why we employ her."

I read down the list. Royalty, diplomats, oil magnates... these are the people Gus rubbed shoulders with. And now, so will I. Temporarily anyway. Racehorses, diamonds, land, antiques, vehicles. This list is crazy.

"Come, I'll show you around," Hugo says, leading the way inside. Viktor follows behind us.

"There are twenty bedrooms, most with ensuites. There are East and West wings for extended family or VIPs." He hands me another print-out. "This is the floorplan and the grounds. You can explore more at your leisure. You'll find the cellar list and the precious jewelry and gems housed in the vault. Also, a list of the antiques and artwork."

Inside, it's more of the same uber-luxury-marble floors that stretch as far as the eye can see, chandeliers hanging from ceilings that must be fifty feet high.

I'm actually speechless.

down each page

worth more than some people's houses.

Follow me to the dressing room." Hugo'says as he sets a fast

won't want to live like this. I mean she has problems with the extravagance of my penthouse. This

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he opens a tall wooden door. "There is no place for modesty in this world, monsieur Brennan. We have it

size of my entire bedroom suite at home. This is just for suits,

Brussels." I mutter as I stare at around one hundred suits of varying style. and muted

of the question. You are no longer just a businessman, monsieur.

let out a breath, shaking my head. "This is

will adjust," Hugo says with finality. "You

fully grasped until now. The servants don't even make eye contact, like they're not

to resist getting caught up in that. But for now, I know I need to give the impression that I'm handling it. We step into the room lined with suits. Hugo walks

overkill, surely," I

monsieur Brennan. You must look the part at all

over the fabric. It's softer than anything I've ever worn, the kind of

Sams wealth and power.

next room. You choose what you like, and we'll have the rest taken away. Choose

"Now?"

events, meetings with dignitaries. You will need to

with a white shirt off the rack. Immediately there are two young men ushering

sir, we know, sir, but

about helping me undress and step into the suit which fits like a glove. It does feel amazing. But Winona is not going to be down

dressing room and head back to a reception room, a servant approaches with a tray of champagne, offering me a glass.

a tray of canapes, smoked