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

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

pressure to adopt or designate one from the extended family grew heavier by the day.

gaze returning to

in the morning sun. Her small,

ran a hand over her hair and turned to Keira.

a little weight. She's just built this

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

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

Keira glanced at Amy.

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

family, it was the same—no one, from the youngest to the eldest, could resist Amy's

paired with those shy, pleading eyes, seemed to

She was simply irresistible.

his indifference toward children, was clearly

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

exasperated and

moment he saw her,

glanced at Keira and Lewis. "Is she

a look before Lewis

doesn't look much

Monbatten's guards kept his eyes fixed on Amy, his brows slightly furrowed. There was something

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

group filed into the long banquet

a high chair had been prepared for Amy, the little girl ignored it, her tiny arms and legs