Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

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333 Surprise Party

333 Surprise Party (Jayden)

I'm planted at the huge double doorway waiting to greet guests as they arrive. Viktor is right behind me. I'm really out of my depth here. I'm a fish out of water. Some sort of imposter.

Hugo, of course, organized a surprise party at my new home. To welcome me as the successor at Nexus. Global. No pressure.

My tuxedo fits like a glove and I'm glad I at least feel up to par with my outfit.

A tall man in full military regalia approaches first. His uniform is dark green, adorned with medals that gleam under the lights, and a ceremonial sword strapped at his side. "Colonel Andreas Lindberg," he says with a curt nod, his Swedish accent sharp and precise. "Representing His Majesty's armed forces." He bows slightly.

"Welcome, Colonel," I manage, shaking his hand. His grip is firm, his eyes sharp.

Behind him, a woman steps forward, regal in every sense of the word. Her gown is deep crimson, flowing with layers of silk.

Her posture is impeccable, chin slightly raised, "Princess Elena of Romania," she says, extending her hand, her voice rich with authority. "It is an honor to meet you."

I nod. The honor is mine, Your Highness."

Next comes an older gentleman, wrapped in a woolen cloak of tartan-a deep green and blue plaid.

The crest of his clan stitched across his chest. "Lord Hamish MacKenzie," he says in a thick Scottish brogue, offering a polite nod. "A pleasure."

I smile, shaking his hand. "Thank you, Lord MacKenzie, Welcome."

A new group approaches, and Viktor leans in, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Be prepared. These are the Saudis."

"Coincidence because I'm as arid as a desert, right now." I quip back quietly.

Victor smirks.

Three men, each wearing flowing white thobes with gold embroidery along the edges, move toward me. Their keffiyehs are tied tightly around their heads, and they move with quiet confidence.

among them steps forward, his dark eyes serious. "Sheikh Khalid al-Muhammad, representinn.

and bows slightly. "An honor to meet

I reply, bowing slightly in return. "The

woman in a delicate sari, the fabric woven with

she says

is intricately braided with golden ornaments. "Maharani Priya Singh of Jaipur," she

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her accent thick and

hands together in a traditional

accepting the warm gesture. "I'm honored to have your presence

man with Asian features dressed in a military uniform. His face is stern but respectful. "General Sato Tsurugi," he says with a short

the gravity of the

introductions continue, each figure seemingly grander than

diplomat in a sleek, tailored

layers of embroidered silk with a sword hanging

from

need a drink. Do I

just people. These are the power brokers of the world. And they're all looking at me. They're all looking at

into the ballroom when you choose. I think the main

then. Am I allowed

can do anything

a beer then.

his arm out in the direction of the ballroom. He ushers me in there and he and Hugo exchange a few

to him in

mingles between conversations seamlessly, switching languages

me still standing like a clueless idiot in the middle of the ballroom. "Why is no one talking to me?"

They are all waiting to see who you

"Fuck. That sounds tricky."

"Indeed."

start World War

"Probably. What other