After Divorce Billionaire Ex Found Me Pregnant (Leonica and Gabriel)

Her lips, a deep shade of red, curled up as she laughed.

Gabriel couldn't believe his eyes, yet there she was, the very same woman who he had divorced five years ago.

Leonica Romero.

Their Reunion After Five Years.

Leonica sat in the back of her car, mind replaying the conversation she had with Leonardo.

"Are you sure no one would find out?" She had asked, her eyes on her rear view mirror where she could see her son sleeping peacefully.

"Yes. No one can track the boy, I've made sure of it." Leonardo assured.

Leonica's jaws clenched, her fist curling. "And are you sure..."

"I'm sure no one would bother you or the boy," Leonardo interrupted her, sensing what she

was about to ask.

"Right. Thank you."

Those were the last words exchanged between the siblings before Leonica got ready for the banquet tonight. And right now, she was in the back seat of her car which was parked right in front of the venue.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Taking a deep breath, she stepped out when her assistant opened the door for her.

Instantly, all the paparazzi turned their cameras on her, the flashing light nearly blinding her

vision.

"Who are you? Is this your first appearance?"

"What's your name?"

"My sources tell me that you're the new president of Romero Empire, is this true?"

"Over here, smile!"

The questions came one after the other and the flash of their cameras continued to assault her. Just when she was about to be overwhelmed, she felt an arm wrapped around her waist, leading her gently away from prying eyes. "Those paparazzi never miss an opportunity, now do they?" Anastasia huffed, gently removing her hand from Leonica's waist and turning to face her. "I thought I was gonna have to jump in there and beat their asses."

Leonica smiled and shook her head. "That would have been necessary. I would have handled them if they did anything too out of hand."

"Of course you could have, but you see, I don't want you doing anything too drastic. Sending those poor people to the hospital would have been too much."

Leonica narrowed her eyes. "Wasn't that what you were going to do?"

"No. I said I was going to beat them, not send them to the hospital." Anastasia defended

whilst shaking her hand. Quickly, she changed the topic. "That aside, girl, look at that dress your wearing." She whistled getting a better look at the dress Leonica was wearing.

"It's beautiful. Where did you get it?"

"From a new clothing brand. The name is Aphrodite, I think."

"Like the goddess of seduction? Suits you." Anastasia praised.

She opened her mouth, about to shower her best friend with more praises, when the whispers of some ladies nearby caught her attention.

"Hmph, how shameless of her. She disappears for five years and comes back after successfully latching her claws into the bank of yet another rich city man."

"Excuse me?" Anastasia growled, turning towards the ladies.

The female, who had recognized Leonica despite her hair going from blonde to white, didn't even trying to keep her voice down at this point, repeated. "You heard me. She's a gold digger, a good for nothing bitch who only wants men for their money. And the audacity of her to come here tonight, wearing a dress like that," The female stepped forward, a sly smile on her lips as she asked. "Tell me, which millionaire did you dig your nasty claws into this time around for you to be able to make it to this party?"

Behind her, her companion chuckled, supposedly finding the degrading words of her friend, funny. "Don't scare her away, Lana," She called out. "We don't want this little cat running away before she could give us our daily dose of entertainment, do we?" She taunted. "Ah, but then again, considering how pitifully her marriage had failed five years ago, it wouldn't take too long before she loses the leash on her sponsor, right?" Lana added.

Anastasia's jaws clenched and the two females continued to laugh, clearly having forgotten the present of said woman whom they had been insulting.

"Is there something funny?" The white-ette questioned, her voice ice cold and laced with

venom.

"Ah, the bitch finally spoke." Lana sneered, turning to face her.

"Do I have to be a silent wallflower to escape your disgusting tongues?" Leonica questioned, her words dripping with sarcasm.

Shaking her head, she added. "It seems like Grace is slacking on who and who she allows into the venue." Turning, she beckoned over a nearby security. "Be a dear and get your manager for me, immediately." She ordered.

The male, not wanting to displease the woman, hurriedly did as he was told.

"What, are you going to complain to the organizer and have us thrown out?" Lana sneered, trying her best to prevent her face from showing the surprise she felt.