My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire

Lewis's brow furrowed as he stepped in front of Oliver. His voice was icy, but his words hit like a sledgehammer. "You think you can disturb Grandma's rest? Try it, and I'll take your legs off."

The intensity in his gaze sent a chill down Oliver's spine, and for a moment, he just stood there, frozen.

He had never seen Lewis like this before.

Sure, Lewis had always been intimidating, but he was usually calm, collected, and within the bounds of reason. This version of him, though, looked like he had just crawled out of hell.

Oliver's legs nearly gave out under him, and he had to steady himself to avoid collapsing.

Keira, noticing the tension, quietly walked over and slipped her hand into Lewis's.

The second she touched him, the icy rage around Lewis seemed to melt away, and a sliver of calm returned to his eyes. It was like he had been pulled back from the brink of something dark and dangerous.

Keira had long realized Lewis wasn't just an ordinary man. He played both sides—legal and not-so-legal—but he always kept a clean image in his own country, playing by the rules at home and being the voice of reason within the family.

But now? Now was different.

his grandmother had managed to keep in check all these years. She was the one thing holding him

Keira couldn't help but wonder: what would happen once Grandma was no longer around? What

back to something old Mrs. Horton had once said to her while holding her hand tightly. "If I'm gone,

the time, Keira had thought old Mrs. Horton was talking about emotional pain, but

the time they spent in Country A, where Lewis had promised to safely return the people who needed to be dealt with. Despite

speaking in languages she didn't understand, always on the phone, conducting business she could only guess

suddenly: she didn't really

Keira's grip on Lewis's hand loosened slightly, but almost immediately, he

to visit Grandma in the mornings and evenings," he said, his tone controlled but firm. "But if Selena keeps stirring up drama about company shares or family relationships, I don't want

and Oliver, still shaken, let out

word, he turned and walked off. Only after he was a good distance away did he

was leaving, he heard a soft

Marisa Walsh. Her gentle tone made Oliver pause for a second before he turned to face her. "It's done.

sighed, reaching out to take her hand. "Grandma's always been cold toward us. You might face some tough situations

worse for you. Being your mistress all these years, I've had to endure so many harsh looks, so what's a

struck a chord, and Oliver felt a wave of emotion. "Marisa, I'm so