My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire

“You’re already married! Why are you here to register again?!

“Don’t you realize it’s a crime to be a bigamist?”

…

Keira Olsen, startled, stepped out of the courthouse, holding a just-printed marriage certificate.

The man who had accompanied her here to register looked at the stunning woman and lamented, “Miss Olsen, you’re already married. Why did you hire me for a sham wedding?”

After saying that the deposit was non-refundable, he left in a hurry.

Keira bit her lip, still reeling from the shock.

She’d never even had a boyfriend. How could she possibly be married?!

She lowered her head to look at the printout in her hands.

In the certificate photo, the girl appeared a bit constrained with a forced smile. The mole on the corner of her eye proved that it was indeed her. As for the man…

He had heavy features and a prominent nose. His thin lips curved into a faint smile as he stared into the camera lens intently as if they were piercing through the paper.

His mystery and commanding presence couldn’t be concealed, even in a black-and-white photo.

She then looked at his name: Lewis Horton.

She was certain she never met this man!

What on earth was going on?!

Keira took out her phone, snapped a picture of the certificate, opened WhatsApp, and sent it to a contact with a black avatar. “Help me figure out who this is.”

She got an instant reply. “Got it.”

Only then did Keira momentarily set aside her confusion. She climbed onto her old electric scooter and slowly rode into an upscale villa area, returning to the Olsen family.

her older sister, Isla Olsen’s, big day. Her future husband was coming over

brilliantly decorated with servants busying about in an orderly fashion. A few temp

heard the chatter of the temp workers and servants she passed

she?

daughter that the Boss doesn’t

Mrs. Olsen was about to give birth, she showed up heavily pregnant, demanding rights, and they both delivered on the same day. That old woman has got balls. She has made up all sorts of excuses and not left the

and hasn’t been back for many years. I

gaze lowered, pretending not to hear their talk, and

pulled her upstairs as soon as she entered the house. “Come with me to see your sister. By

was no emotion in Keira’s

though the groom was someone

from a high-ranking noble family, something an illegitimate child like you could never hope for! Only your

these words, a touch of mockery flashed in Keira’s

grandson of the first branch of Oceanion’s preeminent Horton family, pursued her for four years in

demanded Keira to immediately find someone else to marry, extinguishing

how it had always

conflict of interest between

was the illegitimate daughter,

brainwashed into believing that undergoing

was no

each word, “We agreed. This is the

culprit. She was the one who clung to the Olsen family day after day just to see her man, and

to repay Poppy for giving birth

sounded annoyed.

conversation, they

pretty girl was like a princess in her stunning dress. She was sitting on the sofa selecting her jewelry, and

maintained her straight posture despite

seeing her.

Poppy interjected,

the guy? Is he

Horton! Isla, do you really think she could find a decent suitor? The loser she married didn’t even dare to come here with her. He’s afraid that

“How can that be? Keira’s so pretty; otherwise

use of being pretty? A shabby shoe will only match a ragged sock. Given her status, only the scum of society would marry her. Young Mr. Horton merely saw her as a toy and a passing amusement. Only you, Isla, with your status, are a match for young

Keira frowned.

seem to correspond with Poppy’s description of

couldn’t be bothered to refute these frivolous