# Chapter 661 - The Gathering Storm: Jealousy and Prophecies at the Horton Estate
Hello everyone, it's me again! How are you all doing? Today I will continue to walk with you and review Chapter 661 of "My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire Reviews." Oh my, what a tangled web we find ourselves in! Keira thought she was just paying a simple visit to the Hortons, but instead, she walked right into a storm of conspiracy, rivalry, and hidden agendas. And, as if that wasn't enough, she's brought along a very unexpected and talkative companion. Buckle up, because this chapter is packed with tension, sharp wit, and a secret so powerful it could change everything!
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Keira pulled up to the grand entrance of the Horton estate, her mind focused on her own business. But as she approached the main gate, something felt off. It was already wide open, and several expensive cars were parked prominently in the driveway, like peacocks showing off their feathers. The guard's face flushed with panic when he saw her.
"Miss Olsen? What brings you here?" he stammered, his voice cracking with nervousness.
Keira's eyes narrowed. She knew that tone. It was the sound of someone hiding something. "Why?" she asked coolly. "Am I not allowed to be here?"
The guard squirmed. "N-no, that's not it... I just..."
"Open the gate," she ordered, her voice leaving no room for argument.
Thanks to Lewis's previous orders, the guard had no choice but to comply. But as he fumbled with the gate, he coughed nervously and added, "Uh, Miss Selena has returned home today."
Selena Horton. Just the name made Keira's stomach tighten. That illegitimate daughter of the Horton main branch—the one who had once nearly destroyed Keira's marriage by pushing Madeleine into the spotlight. The same woman who had married some shady associate from the Nora Institute, only to have him land in jail after Keira exposed his illegal research drug dealings.
Now Selena was back, and judging by the estate's elaborate preparations, she had married well. But that still didn't explain why the guard was looking at her as if she'd stepped into a trap.
"Who else is here?" Keira pressed, her curiosity now a sharp blade.
The guard mumbled, barely audible, "Um... there's also her good friend, Miss Eve Clark."
Before Keira could process the name, a familiar voice chimed in from the back seat, crisp and amused. "You mean the philanthropist, Eve Clark?"
Keira whipped around. There, lounging like a cat who'd found a sunbeam, was Erin—munching on a bag of pistachios with pure, unadulterated delight.
"What are you doing here?" Keira demanded, incredulous.
Erin just grinned, cracking another nut with theatrical flair. "You didn't want me running wild at the Olsen estate, so I figured you'd prefer me sticking close to you. That way, you can keep an eye on me, right?"
Keira's jaw tightened. "What?"
But Erin had already turned her attention to the guard. "So, this Eve Clark—does she have anything to do with Keira? Let me guess..."
She didn't wait for an answer. She never did. "Eve's this big-shot philanthropist, runs a bunch of charities across the country. Everyone loves her. But she's still single. And last time a reporter asked about it, she said she's only ever loved one person—the guy she met while studying abroad."
*Crunch!* Erin spat out a shell and continued, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "I did some digging. And guess what? That guy she was into? Pretty sure it was Lewis Horton. Heh."
Erin shot Keira a knowing glance. "You don't think Lewis tags along behind you just because he's got nothing better to do, do you? The man's got admirers, too. So, how about it? Feeling any jealousy yet?"
Keira didn't know what to say. She wanted to roll her eyes, but the truth was, a tiny spark of something—was it jealousy?—flickered in her chest. She quickly smothered it and turned back to the guard. "So, can I go in or not? Because if not, I'll just call Lewis to come get me."
The guard immediately smiled apologetically. "Of course you can go in, Miss Olsen. I'll open the gate right away."
Keira drove on into the estate, with Erin acting like a tourist on a theme park ride. "Wow, check out that pond! It's got some beautiful koi fish in there. Keira, do you think koi tastes good?"
Keira sighed. "They're for decoration."
"But wouldn't they taste tender?"
"And look over there! There's a date tree... and another one right next to it!"
Keira shot her a glance. "You could just say there are two date trees."
"Nope! I'm quoting a great Creran author! What's his name again? He was like the Creran version of Keats!"
Keira could hardly contain herself. "You mean the Creran version of Tolstoy?"
"Keats, Tolstoy, same difference." Erin looked genuinely confused. "Whatever, the point is, are the dates on those trees any good?"
Keira heard the sound of pistachio shells being discarded and looked into the rearview mirror. To her surprise, Erin had brought a small paper bag to use as a trash bin—showing a surprising level of consideration, even in her chaos.
Keira parked the car, and Erin jumped out like a puppy let off a leash. She began inspecting the surrounding vehicles. "That Maserati definitely isn't Eve Clark's. People involved in charity are usually modest, and that car is way too flashy."
She continued to survey the other cars and shrugged. "The cars in this parking lot are all pretty expensive. So it's clear that Ms. Eve Clark must come from a distinguished background. Tsk tsk, Keira, looks like you're up against some serious competition this time!"
Keira shot her a look. "You seem rather gleeful about this."
Erin pressed her lips together, trying to suppress a smile. "Gleeful? Not at all! We're practically cousins, after all. I'm just concerned for you!"
Keira arched an eyebrow, and Erin trotted alongside her toward the Horton family's living room. "Do you know why Eve Clark and Selena Horton are here today? It's probably because you helped old Mr. Sims. Now the Hortons are likely determined to avoid an alliance with you. So now, Eve is the new candidate for the alliance. They have to leave a good impression."
Erin continued munching on pistachios, her words flowing like water. "There's an old Creran saying: 'Misfortune never comes alone.' When you're down, it feels like the whole world is against you."
She took another pistachio. "So, you see, you need to learn to pick and choose. Do you regret helping Old Mr. Sims?"
"Not at all," Keira said firmly. "For you, it's all about weighing benefits. But for me, I have just one principle."
"What principle?" Erin blinked, her curiosity piqued as she continued to snack.
Keira looked at her steadily. "To act with a clear conscience."
Erin paused, a hint of surprise crossing her face. Her pistachio-cracking slowed down as she absorbed Keira's words. After a moment, she scoffed. "That sounds easy to say but is so hard to do. How many people can honestly say they've never had any regrets? Haven't you ever felt guilt or sorrow?"
Keira lowered her gaze. When she was younger, she had felt guilty as the illegitimate child, feeling she owed Jodie South an apology. As she grew older, she realized it wasn't something within her control and gradually learned to forgive herself. Eventually, she felt she didn't owe anyone anything.
Until she met Keera. She owed her sister her life.
Keira turned her attention back to the present and changed the subject. "I don't recall you eating this much before. Now, every time I see you, you're snacking."
Erin quickly popped another pistachio into her mouth. "We weren't as close before, so I didn't want to show the real me. But now that we're more familiar, why pretend?"
Her voice took on a sweet tone. "Creran food is so amazing. I'm afraid that if I end up back at the South family, I won't get to eat this stuff anymore. So I'm making the most of it while I can. At least if I end up stuck at the South estate, I can remember the delicious braised pork, chicken wings, crispy duck, and everything else I've tried."
Erin listed off a long string of foods, her mouth watering. "Forget it. Talking about it just makes me hungry."
Keira glanced at her. "Do you think you'll fail and end up imprisoned at the South estate?"
Erin rolled her eyes. "What are you talking about? I'm Fox! How could a clever fox possibly fail? It's just... the successor has to stay at the South estate for good!"
Keira was taken aback. So in this struggle for succession, no matter who won or lost, the ultimate fate was still tied to the South family? It seemed that while the successor might have some freedom, the loser's only purpose would be to train the next generation to win.
Keira tightened her jaw.
Erin flashed a grin. "Actually, if you submit to me, I can promise to be a bit more lenient with you. I can arrange for you and your mother to stay at the South estate together. Doesn't that sound nice?"
Keira shook her head. "Don't bother. I'll make my own decisions in life. Thank you."
Erin shrugged. "Alright. Let's go. I want to see what your rival looks like!"
Her curiosity was evident as she jogged ahead toward the living room, craning her neck to catch a glimpse. Keira didn't know what to say. She followed, her heart pounding.
As they arrived at the living room, she overheard Lewis's father shouting, "Have you seen how the Olsen family's stock has plummeted? Public favor is crucial for any business! You must break up with your fiancée immediately, or the Horton family will be ruined!"
Then, Lewis's older brother spoke up. "Lewis, Dad's only looking out for you. Your fiancée is a disaster. I heard that since returning to the Olsen family, she's ruined two of her brother's marriages! If you marry her, the Horton family will face continuous turmoil."
Selena's voice could also be heard, smooth as honey laced with poison. "Uncle Lewis, Ms. Eve Clark has deep feelings for you. Marrying her would greatly enhance our company's image."
Keira's eyes narrowed at the conversation. The air around her felt heavy, charged with betrayal. They were plotting against her, right in front of her.
Erin turned back with a smirk. "Your popularity at the Hortons isn't looking too good."
Keira gave her an exasperated look. But Erin just winked and suddenly said, "How about I tell you a secret?"
"What secret?"
"You must have heard Grandpa talk about it, right? The South family has the ability to predict the future. Want to know how we do it?"
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**Reader's Impressions & Star Rating**
Oh, what a deliciously tense chapter! The Hortons are pulling out all the stops to undermine Keira, and now they've brought in a rival—Eve Clark—who has history with Lewis. The family's blatant disrespect for Keira is infuriating, and yet, Erin's presence adds a layer of dark humor that keeps the chapter from feeling too heavy. The dynamic between Keira and Erin is fascinating: Erin is a chaotic wildcard, but she's also surprisingly perceptive. And that cliffhanger about the South family's ability to predict the future? I'm on the edge of my seat! The emotional depth here is excellent—Keira's quiet resolve in the face of betrayal, Erin's hidden vulnerability beneath her snarky exterior, and the family's calculated cruelty. This is storytelling at its finest.
**⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Rating: 4.7 / 5 Stars**
**Next Chapter Prediction**
I predict that Erin will reveal the secret of the South family's prophecy ability, and it will tie directly into Keira's fate. Perhaps the prophecy has already foretold that Keira will bring ruin—or salvation—to the Hortons, which is why they're so desperate to replace her with Eve. But Keira won't go down without a fight. Expect a confrontation in the living room where Keira stands up for herself, and Lewis is forced to choose between his family's demands and his feelings for her. And you can bet Erin will have a trick or two up her sleeve!
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