My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire

"Daddy! Daddy!"

Amy tilted her head up, her eyes bright with excitement as she called out, "Daddy!"

Monbatten froze in place, staring down at the tiny girl. His brows furrowed in confusion. "What did you just call me?"

"Daddy! You're Daddy!"

Her sweet, clear voice rang through the room, leaving Monbatten stunned.

Squatting down to her eye level, Monbatten suddenly chuckled. "How old are you, little one?"

Amy replied in her childish lilt, "Three!"

Keira, standing nearby, found herself at a loss for words, torn between laughter and frustration.

Amy had always been such a well-behaved child and had promised not to cause trouble on the way here. So why was she acting up now?

Keira stepped forward, a polite but apologetic smile on her face. "King Monbatten, I'm so sorry. This is my daughter. She's just teasing you."

Monbatten waved her off with an indulgent laugh. "No worries. She's adorable."

Then, with a wistful sigh, he added, "I wish I had a daughter as sweet as her."

Amy's face lit up as she pointed at herself. "Daddy, I am your daughter!"

Monbatten laughed again, though this time softer. "Alright, alright. You're my daughter."

He reached out to gently pat her head, his eyes growing tender.

now, the desire for a child had been a quiet ache

by twenty-five,

of succession loomed. Without an heir, the pressure to adopt or designate one from the extended family grew heavier by

gaze

grapes in the morning

over her hair and turned to

"She's actually put on a little weight. She's just built

been under Keera's care, meals were sporadic, often missed or poorly prepared. After Keira had taken her in, Amy's diet improved,

people of an ethereal character from a

Keira glanced at Amy.

sudden outburst, calling Monbatten "Daddy," had been terribly improper, but

one, from the youngest to the

paired with those shy, pleading eyes,

She was simply irresistible.

his indifference toward

made Monbatten sensitive to the topic. His relatives often

left him exasperated and weary of

moment he

glanced at Keira and Lewis. "Is she your daughter? She's

exchanged a look before Lewis nodded. "Yes, she's

"She doesn't look much

Amy, his brows slightly furrowed. There

"Why don't we move into

filed into the long banquet

chair had been prepared for Amy, the little girl ignored it, her tiny arms and legs working hard as