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.

for a child had been a quiet

no rush, confident in his health and vigor. But by twenty-five, when he finally started longing for a family,

thirty-three, the shadow of succession loomed. Without an heir, the pressure to adopt or designate one from the extended family grew heavier by the day. After all, a king couldn't

gaze returning

the morning sun. Her small, heart-shaped face and pointed

hair and turned to Keira. "Why is she

actually put on a little weight. She's just

meals were sporadic, often missed or poorly prepared. After Keira had taken her in,

frame often reminded people of an ethereal character from a classic novel—beautiful and yet

Keira glanced at Amy.

one's sudden outburst, calling Monbatten "Daddy," had been terribly improper,

the same—no one, from the youngest

soft-spoken words, paired with those shy, pleading eyes,

She was simply irresistible.

his indifference toward children,

longing for a child had made Monbatten sensitive to the topic. His relatives often flaunted their offspring

overexposure had left him exasperated and weary of children in

the moment he saw her, she had

glanced at Keira and Lewis. "Is

a look before Lewis nodded.

chuckled. "She doesn't look much like

Amy, his brows slightly furrowed. There was something oddly familiar about

smile. "Why don't we move into the dining

banquet

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