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."

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.

immediately stepped in, positioning himself protectively between the two brothers. His smile was diplomatic, but his tone was firm. "Sir, to what do we owe the pleasure

discuss a matter of national importance with the

informed of your

men," the prince replied breezily. "They know how to

the group of armed guards behind his brother. He stepped forward, his voice low and dangerous.

prince didn't flinch. "Of course not. You know I pledged my loyalty when you ascended the throne." His tone shifted to something more pointed. "But let's not pretend things are fine

son," he said smoothly. "Your nephew. Strong, healthy, and already well-educated. I'm offering him

it should be an infant, someone he can raise properly. You

agreement. This

so willing, why not offer your newborn son instead?"

son, he's far too young. What if he doesn't survive? Losing an infant would shake public confidence even more. No, my eldest is the perfect candidate. He's old enough to represent the

boy forward.