My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire

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Lewis's brow furrowed as he stepped in front of Oliver. His voice was icy, but his words hit like a sledgehammer. "You think you can disturb Grandma's rest? Try it, and I'll take your legs off."

The intensity in his gaze sent a chill down Oliver's spine, and for a moment, he just stood there, frozen.

He had never seen Lewis like this before.

Sure, Lewis had always been intimidating, but he was usually calm, collected, and within the bounds of reason. This version of him, though, looked like he had just crawled out of hell.

Oliver's legs nearly gave out under him, and he had to steady himself to avoid collapsing.

Keira, noticing the tension, quietly walked over and slipped her hand into Lewis's.

The second she touched him, the icy rage around Lewis seemed to melt away, and a sliver of calm returned to his eyes. It was like he had been pulled back from the brink of something dark and dangerous.

Keira had long realized Lewis wasn't just an ordinary man. He played both sides—legal and not-so-legal—but he always kept a clean image in his own country, playing by the rules at home and being the voice of reason within the family.

But now? Now was different.

had managed to keep in check all these years. She was the one thing holding him together, the one person

help but wonder: what would happen once Grandma was

flashed back to something old Mrs. Horton had once said to her while holding her

old Mrs. Horton was talking about emotional pain, but now she realized there might be

had promised to safely return the people who needed to be dealt with. Despite everything, the trip felt more like

understand, always on the phone, conducting business she

hit her suddenly: she didn't really know this man

slightly, but almost immediately, he tightened

he faced Oliver. "I'll allow your people to visit Grandma in the mornings and evenings," he said, his tone controlled but firm. "But if Selena keeps stirring up drama

Oliver, still shaken, let out a breath of

word, he turned and walked off. Only after he was a good distance away did he realize he was drenched in

he heard a soft voice. "How did

was Marisa Walsh. Her gentle tone made Oliver pause for a second before he turned to face her. "It's done. Starting

to take her hand. "Grandma's always been cold toward us. You might

up with worse for you. Being your mistress all these years, I've had to endure so many harsh looks, so what's

and Oliver felt a wave

no need," Marisa said,

walked over, timing her entrance perfectly. "Mom, why haven't you ever told Dad about the