My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire

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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."

away from him, his expression a mixture of

Monbatten's face darkened.

protectively between the two brothers. His smile was diplomatic, but his tone was firm. "Sir, to

to discuss a matter of national importance with the king. Surely,

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

prince replied breezily. "They

sharpened as he noticed the group of armed guards behind his brother. He stepped forward, his voice low and dangerous. "You

you ascended the 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

a boy of about ten. "This is my eldest son," he said smoothly. "Your nephew. Strong, healthy, and

going to adopt, it should be an infant, someone he can raise properly. You can't mold a ten-year-old. They're already set in

agreement. This wasn't

tightened. "If you're so willing, why not offer your newborn son instead?" he

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

boy forward. "Go on,

Monbatten with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Father," he said, his voice

ahead of yourself," he said tightly. "I haven't agreed