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."

the articles concerning Irene's appearance. Then she checked the IP address

to herself. "You're

it, the more her anger

to smear her father's name and make

such a tiny blow he could show up as her knight in shining armor, save her and have her falling into his arms,

her scummy ex boyfriend, instead, she wondered; just how many people were

watched, it was obvious that Irene had an accomplice,

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

many things were going

things got out of hand

she closed

twenty, all of them would

long as she had the means to

did have the

all she had to do was wait patiently

target in particular was

introduction party had arrived in the blink of an eyes. The venue, a large manor built

and reporters

invited.

a fish out of water, if not for the fact

her mood wasn't

mood

scowl on her face, the moment she spotted Leonica walking through the

Their legitimate daughter.

Irene couldn't help but feel of the family Leonica had. They seemed, no, they were

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

the one meant to have such a happy life. So what right did Leonica and her mother, have to come and steal that away

back, all that belonged to her and

who had been standing beside her, asked after having watched her expression of

her words coming out harsh as she turned and noticed a few people whispering and pointing at

I'm sure she's the illegitimate child." One of the elites closest to Irene,

scrutiny that she did not miss. "She's not as