Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

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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.

serious. "Sheikh Khalid al-Muhammad, representinn. the royal family of Saudi Arabia." His

a hand on his chest and bows slightly. "An honor to meet

in

in a delicate sari, the fabric woven with silver threads that shimmer under the chandelier light, steps

she says

black hair is intricately braided with golden ornaments. "Maharani Priya Singh

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accent thick

hands together in a traditional

accepting the warm gesture. "I'm honored to

in a military uniform. His face is stern but respectful. "General Sato Tsurugi," he says with a short bow. "The Emperor sends

gravity of the

figure seemingly grander

diplomat in

Middle Eastern prince dressed in layers of embroidered silk with a

pulling me from my thoughts. "You're doing fine," he

a drink. Do I

of the world. And they're all looking at me. They're all looking at

ballroom when you choose. I think the main ones have entered now.

Am I

"You can do anything

with a beer then. Champagne gives me

ushers me in there and he and Hugo

nod to him

seems unfazed. He mingles between conversations seamlessly, switching languages like it's

like a clueless idiot in the middle

waiting to see who you

"Fuck. That sounds tricky."

"Indeed."

start

an amused look. "Probably. What other languages