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."

back to the drama unfolding in front of her. Monbatten's older brother stopped a few steps away from him, his expression a mixture of arrogance

Monbatten's face darkened.

brothers. His smile was diplomatic, but his tone was firm. "Sir, to what

gave a faint, insincere smile. "I've come to discuss a matter of national importance with the

"We weren't informed of your arrival," he said

the prince replied breezily. "They know how to handle

armed guards behind his brother. He stepped forward, his voice low and dangerous. "You brought armed men to my host's residence? Are you

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, the stability of the nation is at risk. You need a

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

"Ridiculous. Monbatten's only thirty. If he's going to adopt, it should be an infant, someone he

nodded in agreement. This wasn't just

you're so willing, why not offer

for 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 old enough to represent the crown and strong enough to

forward. "Go on, son. Introduce

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

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