After Divorce Billionaire Ex Found Me Pregnant

"I saw the conference video today, luce mia." Owen's voice boomed from Leonica's phone as she had him on FaceTime. "You did great."

"I know." Came Leonica's answer as she finished changing into her to be and sat in front of the camera. "I know I did good because everything went according to plan. Well, everything but Florence's appearance." She muttered the last part, but Owen caught on quickly. "Florence Winslow? The reporter who you had an interview with? What of her?" He asked.

Leonica contemplated telling the entire story. For some reason, she felt like telling Owen about Jamil wasn't the smartest choice. It was like Owen held an unspoken vendetta for the male.

But then again, maybe she was over thinking it. Owen wasn't that type of person, and holding a grudge for someone he barely knew wasn't something he'd do.

So with a shrug, she spoke. "Florence works for Jamil Vanadas," This words were enough to get Owen feeling more alert than he previously was. "Her questions seemed kind of..." Leonica knitted her brows, trying to place her finger on the right word. "Rehearsed. Every line sounded as if she had planned that one question over and over in her head. But even that wasn't as disturbing as the fact that Jamil happened to show up after the conference."

Owen's expression was dark and serious, and it didn't go unnoticed by Leonica. "Owen?"

"Sorry, I got a bit distracted." He flashed her a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "And what did Vanadas want?"

Now Leonica really doubted if she should say what Jamil really wanted. She knew that look on Owen's face. He was Jealous.

"Nothing important," She brushed it off. "Anyway, enough about me, how's your trip going?"

Owen shrugged. "Same as usual, boring and tiring. Although the shot is meant to wrap up next week."

"I see," Leonica hummed as she reached out and grabbed her laptop. "So, you should be back home by next week, right? Wanna get dinner with me when you're back?" "Would love to luce mia. I have rehearsals to get back to, but be sure to call me if you need anything."

"Will do." Leonica said and reached for her phone, about to end the call when Owen spoke up.

"Do me a favor, luce mia?" When she hummed, giving him the green light to continue on, Owen added. "Please be careful around Jamil. He's up to something, I can tell." Leonica smiled. "I know, but don't worry. I can handle myself."

"I know you can, but I can't help but be concerned. After all, with everything going on, he can suddenly decide to capitalize on the opportunity."

"Capitalize on the opportunity?" Leonica repeated more to herself rather than asked a question, as a bunch settled in.

"Yeah. Is everything alright."

"Yeah, I just...thought of something. I'll talk to you later."

"Sure luce mia. Good luck at the party."

hung up, instantly proceeding to flipping her laptop open and pulling up one of the articles concerning Irene's appearance. Then she checked the IP address from where the article was sent and compared

mumbled to herself. "You're just too

about it,

was just too obvious. Jamil's been using Florence and his media company as a way to smear her father's name and make it so that the public would turn against the Romero's. But what did

family suffered such a tiny blow he could show up as her knight in shining armor, save her and

about her scummy ex

was obvious

what was Jamil's involvement in this entire thing? Was he a pawn like Irene? Manipulated like

So many things were going on,

it when things got out of hand like

she closed her

twenty, all of them would

had the means to take

she did have

to do was wait patiently for them

was their lose end, Irene

a large manor built on the hills a far corner of

and reporters that had

invited.

of water, if not for the

mood wasn't

mood

moment she spotted Leonica walking through the

Their legitimate daughter.

Romero family with intentions of pulling Benjamin down, which hadn't changed, Irene couldn't help but feel of the family Leonica had. They seemed, no, they were perfect. Too

hers, the thought once again crossed her mind, blooming like a

along with her mother, was the one meant to have such a happy life. So what right did

all that belonged to

who had been standing beside her, asked

out harsh as she turned and noticed a

evident, I'm sure she's the illegitimate

their head, giving Irene a look of scrutiny that she did not miss. "She's not