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.

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

rush, confident in his health and vigor. But by twenty-five, when he finally started

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 leave the throne without a successor, and Country

gaze returning

grapes in the morning sun. Her small, heart-shaped face and pointed chin tugged at

and turned to Keira. "Why is she so

on a

After Keira had taken her in, Amy's diet

people of an ethereal

Keira glanced at Amy.

calling Monbatten "Daddy," had been terribly improper, but the king's lack of irritation spoke volumes about

one, from the youngest

with those shy, pleading eyes, seemed to silently beg: Please

She was simply irresistible.

his indifference toward children, was clearly

Monbatten sensitive to the topic. His relatives often flaunted their offspring before him, hoping to strengthen their standing in the

him exasperated and

was different. From the moment he

Keira and Lewis. "Is she your daughter?

exchanged a look before Lewis

look much like either of

his eyes fixed on Amy, his brows slightly furrowed. There was something oddly familiar about her, though he

"Why don't we move into the

the long banquet hall, where a beautifully set

for Amy, the little girl ignored it, her