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.

beneath the surface, Lewis had a darker, more obsessive side—one that his grandmother had managed to keep in check all these years. She was the one thing holding him together, the

Keira couldn't help but wonder: what would happen once

something old Mrs. Horton had once said to her while holding her hand tightly. "If I'm gone, Lewis won't have anyone. He

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

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

the late-night meetings—Lewis speaking in languages she didn't understand, always on the phone, conducting business she

she didn't really know this

hand loosened slightly, but almost immediately, he

and evenings," he said, his tone controlled but firm. "But if Selena keeps stirring up drama about company shares

on Lewis's part, and Oliver, still

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

a

tone made Oliver pause for a second before he turned to face her. "It's done. Starting tomorrow, you and Selena

reaching out to take her hand. "Grandma's always been cold toward

reassuring squeeze. "It's okay. I can handle it. I've put up with worse for you. Being your mistress all these years, I've had to endure so many harsh looks, so what's a little

and Oliver felt a wave of emotion. "Marisa, I'm so sorry for