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."

Bye." She said and 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 it to the other IP addresses and all of them lead back to

mumbled to herself. "You're just too desperate, aren't

about it, the

a way to smear her father's name

in shining armor, save her and have her falling into his arms, begging

the attention to ponder all about her scummy ex boyfriend, instead, she wondered;

obvious that Irene had an accomplice, so

a pawn

sighed as her brain started to hurt. So many things were going on,

really hated it when things got out of hand

as she closed her

ten, or even twenty, all

as she had the means to take them down, then that's all that

she did have the

was wait patiently for them

her target in particular was their

the blink of an eyes. The venue, a large manor built on the

reporters that

invited.

a sight that would have made Irene feel like a fish out of water, if not for the fact that she had been getting a taste of this sort of life while

mood

mood

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

Their legitimate daughter.

Benjamin down, which hadn't changed, Irene couldn't help but feel of the family Leonica had. They seemed, no,

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

belonged to her and she was going to get it

who had been standing beside her, asked

she turned and noticed a few people whispering and pointing at

illegitimate child." One of the elites closest to

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