My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire

Amy immediately nodded. "I am Daddy's daughter."

"Amy, stop saying that," Keira said, gently pulling her daughter closer. "Don't call him that."

"But, Mom, he is Dad!" Amy insisted, her tiny face lighting up with conviction.

Keira sighed, torn between amusement and exasperation. "How could you possibly know that?"

Amy opened her mouth, about to say, "Because you told me..." when a group of people suddenly entered the room.

Keira's attention shifted immediately. The newcomers were unmistakably from Country A, their features bearing subtle differences from those native to Crera. They moved purposefully toward Monbatten, their expressions radiating tension.

Keira frowned and leaned closer to Jenkins. "Who are they?" she whispered.

Jenkins, ever observant, lowered his voice. "They're from the royal family. The one leading the group is Monbatten's older brother. When their father passed, there was a brutal fight for the throne between the two of them. Monbatten came out on top and has kept his brother firmly in check since. His brother's been keeping a low profile for years but recently resurfaced, likely because Monbatten hasn't produced an heir." Jenkins glanced at the entourage, his tone darkening. "If I had to guess, they're here to force his hand."

attention back to the drama unfolding in front of her. Monbatten's older brother stopped a few steps away from him, his expression a mixture of arrogance and triumph. "Monbatten," he said sharply, "did you really think hiding out

Monbatten's face darkened.

stepped in, positioning himself protectively between the two brothers. His smile was diplomatic, but

older brother gave a faint, insincere smile. "I've come to discuss a matter of national importance with the king. Surely, you won't stand in the way

informed of your arrival," he said coldly. "How did you even get

men," the prince replied breezily. "They

as he noticed the group of armed guards behind his brother. He stepped forward, his voice low

shifted to something more pointed. "But let's not pretend things are fine back home. The people are restless, Monbatten. You've ruled well, but without an heir, the stability of the nation is at risk. You

eldest son," he said smoothly. "Your nephew. Strong, healthy, and

caught at the audacity. Jenkins muttered under his breath, "Ridiculous. Monbatten's only thirty. If he's going to adopt, it should be an infant, someone he

This wasn't just presumptuous—it

you're so willing, why not offer your newborn

young. What if he doesn't survive? Losing an infant would shake public confidence even more. No, my eldest is the

forward. "Go on,