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."

his expression a mixture of arrogance and triumph. "Monbatten," he said sharply, "did you really think hiding out

Monbatten's face darkened.

protectively between the two brothers. His smile was diplomatic, but his tone was firm. "Sir, to what do we owe the pleasure of your

"I've come to discuss a matter of national importance with the king.

flickered to the entourage of bodyguards behind the prince. "We weren't informed of your arrival," he said coldly. "How did you even get past

prince replied breezily. "They know how to handle situations

his brother. He stepped forward, his voice low and dangerous. "You brought

throne." His tone 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,

"This is my eldest son," he said smoothly. "Your nephew. Strong, healthy, and already well-educated. I'm offering him to you as your heir. Adopt him, and the problem is

thirty. If he's going to adopt, it should be an infant, someone he can raise properly. You can't mold a

nodded in agreement. This wasn't just presumptuous—it

"If you're so willing, why not

my 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

boy forward. "Go on, son. Introduce