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.

the desire for a child had been a quiet ache in

confident in his health and vigor. But by twenty-five, when

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

found his gaze returning

sparkling eyes—like fresh grapes in the morning sun. Her small, heart-shaped face

her hair and turned to Keira. "Why

put on a little weight. She's just

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

frame often reminded people of an ethereal character from

Keira glanced at Amy.

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

the Olsen family, it was the same—no one, from the youngest

pleading eyes, seemed to

She was simply irresistible.

indifference toward children, was clearly taken

of longing for a child had made Monbatten sensitive to the topic. His relatives often flaunted their offspring before him, hoping to strengthen

overexposure had left him exasperated and weary of

moment he

Lewis. "Is she your daughter? She's

look before Lewis

look much

Monbatten's guards kept his eyes fixed on Amy, his brows slightly furrowed. There was something oddly familiar about her, though

Church interrupted with a smile. "Why don't we move

group filed into the long banquet hall, where

her tiny arms and legs working hard as she pushed a chair closer to