After Divorce Billionaire Ex Found Me Pregnant (Leonica and Gabriel)
Chapter 49

But as the quick witted person, she believes she is, she quickly realized that the situation was in her advantage.

The papers said Gabriel wasn't the father, and that meant Ashely was all hers, then who was she to deny.

"What's it, Gabriel? Cat's got your tongue?" She questioned when his silence streamed on.

He opened his mouth to speak, but as if the words were stuck in his throat, he couldn't utter a single one and ended up clamming his mouth shit.

"Exactly. Remain silent and think to yourself, what right do you have to stand here, claiming that you

you want to provide MY son with a complete family, when you have no relation to MY son, huh?"

Gabriel remained quiet, not out of cowardice; but rather because his brain was trying to sort through everything that was happening all the while stuck on one particular thought like it was lagging. Ashely wasn't his son?

Ashely...wasn't his son.

It was a big ball to swallow down after all the delusions and beliefs he had stuffed into his head.

"I've said this once...heck thrice, but I'll say it again if That's what it'd take for you to understand." Stepping forward, she ignores the nasty look Angelina threw her way and stared Gabriel straight in the eyes. "Stay the hell away from my son, Gabriel."

And with that, she stormed out of the suite she had been in, glaring at a few of Angelina's friends who she recognized on her way out.

Talk about a fucking bluff, she scoffed at the thought, mentally giving herself a quick and quiet slap on the back of her head for having easily fallen for Gabriel's ploy.

Fuck, it seemed so real that even she hadn't expected it to be a ploy!

"That sleazy fuck-'

Feeling someone grab her wrist, Leonica whipped her head around, brows forming daggers the moment they landed on Gabriel.

"Let-" she was about to speak, but he interrupted her.

"Answer me this," Gabriel began, grip tightening on Leonica's wrist. "Is Ashely isn't my son, then why does he look so much like me?"

His question caught Leonica off guard. She had not expected it and thus, momentarily froze up.

Less than five seconds had gone by before she broke out laughing, a forced one, but only she knew that.

Yanking her wrist free, she responded. "Come on Gabriel, isn't that smart brain of yours serving you well anymore? Just because Ashley looks like you, doesn't mean he's your child. The world is full of look alikes, and that child's father," she clicked her tongue in distaste and pretended to remember a person who didn't exist. "sadly had similar features to you. But don't get me wrong," she scanned him from head to toe ad smiled. "Your features aren't my type."

Gabriel eyes flattened. If Leonica's goal was to hurt but his pride and his feelings, then she

could give herself a well pat on the back 'cause she sure as hell succeeded.

Seeing as he had once again fallen into silence, the white-ette took this as her cue to leave and in seconds, she had turned around and continued her stroll out, leaving Gabriel standing in his place.

Soon after, he was joined by Angelina who wrapped her hand around his, intending to comfort him in whatever he was going through.

"Don't be sad, Gabe, cheer up." She hugged him close. "Don't worry, in the future, were going to have many babies, so please don't be sad." She coaxed, loudly.

Leonica got wind of it. Her feet threatened to stop moving for a moment, but she fought against that urge and swallowed the bitter feeling on her tongue as she continued to meander out of the restaurant.

If they wanted to have hordes and hordes of babies, then so be it.

That in no way concerned her.

At least eight hours had passed since the morning of that incident. Lloyd was hanging around on the outside of his seconds favorite club

In his arms, trapped against the cold cement of a wall, was a slender model who he had met just a few minutes ago over drinks and taken a short interest in her.

They had been busy sucking each other's faces off, too engrossed to notice the look of disgust and some times envy other people threw their day. Their little escapade was brought to an end by the familiar blaring sound of Lloyd's ringtone.

At first he tried ignoring it, but after the second and third ringing, Lloyd was forced to pull away with a groan and reach into his pocket.

After assessing that it was Gabriel calling, a dry sigh escaped his lips before he finally picked the call.

"Gabe, I'm kinda busy right now, so what-

"Lloyd it's Angelina." The female's voice interrupted him.

Lloyd paused, pulled the phone back, glanced at the name, wiped his eyes and only after confirming that he was drunk, did he put the device back to his ear.

"Angelina? Why are you with Gabriel's phone? No, where's Gabriel?"

On the other end of the phone, the female glanced at the said male who was drunk, hanging off her arms, in a bar.

"He's drunk." She answered honestly. "Could...could you please come get him?"

Her Waxed Plov.

Lloyd groaned, louder this time. He turned to his date, or fling at least and groaned once more.

As much as he wanted to say no, Gabriel had done more for him and picking some hot model over him wasn't the right thing to do.

"Sure, why not." He responded. "I'll be there soon. Send me your location."

Angelina complied with a nod ad shared their location. It wasn't far from where Lloyd was and in ten minutes he had arrived.

"God, why is he so heavy?" He complained as Angelina threw Gabriel to him and massaged her sore shoulders. "How....how is he like this?"

Angelina's lips twitched at the question. She knew the answer, but didn't wish to speak, instead she settled for a smile.

Lloyd rolled his eyes. "Alright, I'll take him."

Watching them walk towards Lloyd's car, Angelina waved and in that moment, her phone began to ring.

After checking the ID, she answered the call with a broad smile. "If it isn't my favorite doctor. "She praised, turning around and walking towards her own car. "Me? I just wanted to call and thank my favorite doctor, you've really helped me out today. I couldn't have achieved such a golden plan without you."

Slipping into the driver seat of her car, Angelina adjusted the rare view mirror and caught her

smile.

A smile of victory that crept onto her face as she thought back to the plan she created after overhearing Gabriel's conversation with Bill.

She had gotten home, Gabriel's place to be specific, that day and overheard him talking to Bill concerning when the DNA results were going to be ready.

She panicked. No specific reason why, after all, she want entirely sure if Ashely was Gabriel's son, but she wasn't about to take that risk. Thankfully she had connections at the hospital the test was being ran in.

Charles Manson, the head doctor. He had planned a key part in her plan of getting rid of the real paternity test.

Staring at the real results in her hands, having read it earlier in the day and now knew it's content, Angelina frowned.

"You really helped me Doc. I'll keep to my side of the bargain and I hope you can keep to yours. "With that, she hung up the call and tossed her phone aside focusing more on the file than anything else.

She found herself flipping through the file once again, gaze darkening as they spotted the

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truth that troubled her.

Ashely...was Gabriel's son.

And it was only a matter of time before he found the truth out.

The solution she took was only temporary. As soon as possible, she needed to figure out a way

to quietly get rid of Ashely before the secret is exposed and her future children's inheritance be put at risk.

The Rever Ending Connections

Their Never Ending Connections.

"Talk about fuck luck." Leonica groaned under her breath as soon as she had returned home and discarded her car keys in some weird corner of her living room.

Now pacing back and forth, hands running through her hair every thirty seconds, she couldn't help but ponder how lucky she had gotten today.

Gabriel seemed almost too sure about the result, yet it had turned out this way. If he wasn't smart to see what was happening despite his 158 IQ, then she was. It was obvious someone had tampered with the test result.

No doubt.

Now a few candidates came to mind, Angelina included, but as quickly as they had come, they all faded into black spots with no proof, leaving her with a sense of dread by not knowing if this person who tampered with the result was a friend or foe.

The former, she hoped as she walked towards her phone and looked for her parents number. She found it relatively quickly, her mother's to be precise.

The phone rang for no less than a second before it was answered.

"Leo, how are you dear?" The soothing waves of her mother's voice blessed her ear drums for the first time today.

herself from The white-ette had to close her eyes to gain control over her emotions, stopping herself from breaking down and basically telling her mother about all that had happened.

"I'm fine mom." She replied and forced a smile even though she knew Cassandra couldn't see. "What about you?"

"Kicking as usual."

She nodded. Now that the pleasantries were out of the way, it was onto the hard part. The real reason why she had called.

"Ma, could I request a favor from you?"

"Why not? Go ahead, what is it?" Cassandra encouraged.

Slipping into the comfort of her couch, Leonica's tongue darted out and wet her tongue before she began. "Well uh...I need...could you perhaps hold onto Ashely for me for the next two weeks?"

Cassandra's line was silent for a few seconds and Leonica was already about to reconsider her request - after all, they had been holding onto Ashely for the past two weeks, and knowing the bundle of joy he was, she knew he took a lot of strength to handle, strength that old people lacked- when her mother piped up excitedly.

The Never Ending Connections

"Of course!"

Leonica blinked in surprise, but her eyes soon softened.

"We thought you'd never ask. You know," Cassandra brought her voice down, possibly