My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire

Keira stared at Amy in disbelief.

Amy had been glued to the TV, pointing at Monbatten and calling him "Dad" over and over. For such a timid, shy child, she had somehow summoned the courage to insist on accompanying them to meet him.

These peculiarities… Could it be?

Keira tightened her jaw, her mind racing to shut out a thought she was too afraid to entertain.

Her eyes flicked to Lewis.

Her memory wandered back to the inexplicable day they'd gotten married—an arrangement orchestrated by her sister.

At the time, her sister had claimed it was to protect her.

But looking at it now, was it really protection? Or had her sister known all along about Lewis's connections overseas and orchestrated the union to secure a political alliance?

From her grandmother to her mother, down to Keera, and perhaps even herself—was this all part of some grand, invisible game for control of the South family?

Were they all pawns, moved across the chessboard without realizing it?

Keira's heart thudded wildly in her chest. For a brief moment, it felt as though her entire life had been tangled in conspiracies—a web tightening around her, leaving no escape.

drew in a

your mind?" Sean Church's calm voice

wondering—if I somehow forged an unbreakable bond with Monbatten, would you really side with

laugh. "Do you

caught off

soft but heavy. "When you're truly starving, to the point where the thought of food makes you sick, it's worse than dying. My sister gave up control of this body because the hunger—the pain—it was unbearable for

me

listened, her eyes drifting toward his

flat and hollow, but his frail frame, the almost skeletal appearance of his hands, and even his

slowly. She

often gone hungry as a child in the Olsen

Jodie South gave her a single biscuit, it had felt like salvation—a moment she

things with Monbatten don't work out, I'll still back you. But I think you've overlooked one

"What issue?"

smirked. "More and more people know you're not Keera. You don't have her memories or her account

us has a unique account, right? Like an ID. You need a password to access it, and only the real owner can verify it. That's why no one would ever share their password—it's their lifeline. Some people even go as far as changing their appearance after leaving the

searched every corner of the South family estate. My sister didn't leave anything behind. That account and password are impossible to

that?" Sean