After Divorce Billionaire Ex Found Me Pregnant

The Connection...

"What?!" Leonica bolted upright and rushed for the television remote, turning it on at once. She quickly found a news station and switched the channel to that.

"...two days ago. We're yet to receive an official statement from the police, but from our sources, it's been confirmed that cause of death was a stroke from Overworking." The news anchor on the screen announced.

"Death from overworking," Leonica parroted but she found it hard to believe, after all, the last time she had seen Jamil, he looked more than capable to fuck a thousand women.

So how come he was found dead from overworking?

"The company will be closed for the next week or two while the staff mourns his loss and we await the final statement from the police, thank you." The anchor added and Leonica switched off the television, turning back towards her phone. She parted her lips to speak, but honestly didn't know what to say. She hated Jamil, yes, but never wished death on him. So seeing the news of his sudden death, completely caught her off guard.

"But Ms. Romero, there's something I think you should know." The sound of Kennedy's voice snapped her out of her thought.

"What is it?" She demanded.

"The police found a small vile in the office of Mr. Vanadas, besides his body."

"A vile?" Leonica inquired.

"Yes, and the police have concluded that it contained some sort of antidote."

Leonica was silent. An antidote? Did that mean Jamil's death wasn't actually caused from overworking?

Someone killed him? Who?

Her brows narrowed. "Who found Jamil Vanadas?"

"Uh," There was a small pause as Kennedy pulled the paper out from the file his sources had delivered to him. "Florence Winslow."

Florence huh, Leonica felt like there was more to Jamil's death than met the eyes and even though her brain was telling her not to get involved, her gut feeling was pushing her into the opposite direction. For some reason, she felt like this also revolved around her.

"What's Florence Winslow's current location, Kennedy?" At her question, Kennedy turned to his laptop and typed a few things and the location of said girl popped up. "The general church." He informed.

A befitting place to be on Sunday, Leonica nodded at the thought. "Thanks, Kennedy." She finally responded, ending the call.

She tossed the phone aside and walked towards her bathroom, taking a quick shower.

Once she was done, she got dressed and made her way to the kitchen, where Owen and Ashley were busy with their little cooking session.

"Leonica?" Owen was surprised to see the once sick female walking. He quickly rounded the counter and stood in front of her. "Why are you out of bed?"

"I need to see someone," Owen took her temperature with the back of his hand as she spoke. "I'm fine, Owen. I'm just going to a church and will be back shortly."

He didn't look convinced, mostly because her temperature was still a bit above average.

"Can't that wait, luce mia? You're still sick."

Owen. I'm fine." She insisted, gently pushing his

be, she needed to get to the bottom of this and figure out what had really happened to Jamil Vanadas. "Owen," She

"What happened?" He asked.

was spreading on the news like wildfire. "Jamil's dead," She said. "But

have anything

something

wanted to, but knew he couldn't. When Leonica had put her mind to something, she was going to get it done,

before lunch," He told her as he stepped aside and

only but chuckle at his words. Be back before lunch, that made him

going somewhere? Aren't

of me so well that the sickness got scared and ran off." Ashley giggled at her words and Leonica couldn't help but ruffle his hair.

to see someone, but I promise, I'll be

seemed to be satisfied with her answer

Owen's cheek. "I'll see you soon." "See you,"

surprised to find it more

a while, before spotting Florence in a white and black dress, speaking with one of the pastors in a corner slightly away from

one, Leonica thought as she approached the

the Pastor whom she had been speaking with, patted Florence on the shoulder

"Florence,"

spun around upon hearing her name, her eyes falling on the familiar woman. Her face crumbled up quickly, showing her displeasure for seeing Leonica. "What are you

talk." Leonica went straight to the point, seeing no use in beating around

eyed her suspiciously at her

past Leonica. "You were the one who found

if I was?" Florence retorted, turning on her heels and walking

back to her. "I don't care about your interest, Florence, I just need a few

giving answers." She spat, about to return to her seat when a younger girl rushed

phone, which had the news article of Jamil's death. "Isn't that your boss?" She

ell

then at Leonica who was behind Florence, flinching when she saw the

"You're..."

she sure did remember the female in front of her, Lana Winslow, the jobless minor who had vandalized her entrance gate. How did

step back and hiding her phone

of Lana, shielding her sister from Leonica. "Don't you think bullying

wasn't bullying

up in the air, but

remained on Lana

shaking. "I

my e

But, I can ask my question to you

wiffing to answer.”

flinched this time around when Leonica looked her way, smiling from ear

to Pastor Goodman, Lana," She instructed her sister.