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.

Olsen’s, big day.

about in an orderly fashion.

the chatter

is she? She’s so

daughter that

birth, she showed up heavily pregnant, demanding rights, and they both delivered on the same day. That old woman has got balls. She has

high and hasn’t been back for many years. I wonder what brings her here

lowered, pretending not to hear their talk, and walked into the living

her upstairs as soon as she entered the house. “Come with me

no emotion

true, even though the

remember your place. Jake Horton is your sister’s fiancé. He’s from a high-ranking noble family, something an

a touch of mockery flashed in

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

about the proposal, Poppy demanded Keira to immediately find someone else to marry, extinguishing any potential

it

conflict of interest between her and Isla, Poppy would demand her to

illegitimate daughter, her mere existence

that undergoing all those hardships was a

now she was no longer

she stressed each word, “We

the one who clung to the Olsen family day after day just to see her man, and she

was to repay Poppy for giving birth to her.

annoyed.

conversation, they arrived

princess in her stunning dress. She was sitting on the sofa selecting her jewelry, and the room was filled

simply, maintained her straight posture

her. “Keira, what brings you

Keira could answer, Poppy interjected,

the guy? Is

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 his poverty-stricken appearance will

that be? Keira’s so pretty; otherwise

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

Keira frowned.

his looks and presence, didn’t seem to correspond with Poppy’s description of a ghetto husband

she couldn’t be bothered to refute these