After Divorce, Billionaire Ex Found Me Pregnant
Chapter 47 Not His Son.

Chapter 47: Chapter 47 Not His Son.

What. The. Actual. Fuck.

Those were the words that rolled into Leonica’s mind as she had stared at the picture, bewildered.

Up until this point, she had prepared for anything, everything and probably the worst situation, that Gabriel could throw at her.

She had placed contingencies after contingencies in place, even going as far as to reduce Ashely’s Actual age, from four to three years old. She had taken several more steps to ensure that her baby, her son, was safe with her no matter what.

Yet here she was, seating in her car, visibly panicking while driving to the location Gabriel had given her.

And why was that, or better yet, how had that come about? Simply because he sent her the photo of a paternity folder.

Now fake or not, Leonica wasn’t about to test her luck. First hand, she knew how smart and not to mention, brutal, Gabriel could be. So if that folder was indeed genuine, then she didn’t want to seat around and find out what he would do.

And if it wasn’t, then so be it.

Pulling into the drive of the restaurant Gabriel had demanded they meet at, Leonica stepped out of her car, giving herself a quick pep talk before meandering towards the entrance of the restaurant.

“Good afternoon Ms. Romero.” The attendant at the reception front greeted, bowing at the waist.

Leonica didn’t bother asking how the said girl knew her name- after all, it was either she had seen her face some place on tv, or Gabriel had informed her of her arrival, the latter being having higher probability- instead, she followed her quietly to the reserved room in the back of the restaurant.

Inside, Gabriel waited for her, form composed and all as he tinkered on his phone.

“Mr. Bryce,” The attendant pulled his attention away from the device and towards her. His eyes only lingered on her for a second at most, when he noticed the person standing behind her. “Ms. Romero has arrived.”

“Thank you.” Gabriel vaguely smiled up at her, placing his device down and dismissing her for the time being.

The attendant bowed once more before exiting the room, leaving both of them alone.

Leonica eyed the setting, table and then the man seated at the table, not making any effort to move nor talk.

"I didn’t expect you to actually come," Gabriel was the first one to break the silence after a whole minute of wordless staring and it was his turn, to look her over.

Under his gaze, shivers rippled through Leonica’s body. Not because of the stupid effect he still had on her after five years, but because the way he stared at her showed her that he knew something.

She could tell from that same look that, That paternity folder was not a bluff. He knew the truth about Ashley’s identity.

She gulped, internally cursing at the amount of power he possessed that had aided him in getting Ashley’s identity figured out.

How exactly had he even done that? No, when exactly?

Those thoughts, despite the seriousness of the situation, caused her nose to scrunch.

Her moment of internal cursing and questioning was cut short when Gabriel reached into his jacket’s pocket and pulled out the same brown file he had snapped and sent to her, and slapped it on the table, causing her to flinch back into reality.

Her eyes gravitated towards the file, twitching at the sight, before finding their way back to Gabriel’s face. "You being here means you read my message," He nudged the file. "Saw this, so I don’t need to explain what’s going on. I’ll go straight to the point, Leonica, for Ashely’s sake, I’m going to give you a chance to come clean to me before I hand this over to this over to the ministry of social affairs."

Come clean to him? Ministry of social affairs? His words made the corner of Leonica’s lips twitch, so badly wanting to break out laughing.

Firstly, If there was anyone that needed to come clean, it was him. She on the other hand, had nothing to say to him, nor was she going to explain any of her actions, both past and present, to him.

Then secondly, if he believes threatening her with the court was going to make her bite whatever bait he was putting out, then he was so wrong.

"Don’t make me laugh Gabriel," Folding her arms across her chest and shifting her weight onto her other hand, she continued. "We both know you didn’t call me here just to hear me talk about my past actions and plead guilty. So drop the threat bullshit and go straight to the real point. What the fuck do you want?"

"I want you to apologize."

His sudden response totally caught Leonica off guard.

Apologize? She? To who? Him?

Parting her lips, she was about to question his response when Gabriel spoke again. “The real reason why I called you here, is because I want To provide MY son with a complete family,” His gaze briefly fell to the table. “A mother and father, I mean.” He leaned forward, fixing her with a stern gaze. “And for that to happen, I want you to apologize to Angelina for all the crap you’ve done. Earn her forgiveness.”

After his words, Gabriel watched as Leonica became speechless, lips parting for a split second before she clammed them back shut, scrunched her face up, looked to the side, blink once, then twice, then a final time before scoffing loudly.

“I think I misheard you. Did you just say you want ME to apologize to Angelina and earn her forgiveness?” Leonica questioned his Ludacris statement with a crocked smile.

However, when he remained silent, the smile faded and in seconds, she had stomped around the table and way beside him.

“Was that a sick joke?” She asked, anger quickly rising to the surface of her visage as she stared down at Gabriel’s calm expression.

“No.” Gabriel plainly replied which earned a loud, disbelief filled scoff, accompanied by a smile that faded as quickly as it had come.

“Yah, Gabriel Bryce, who the hell do you think you are?” Reaching across the table, she snatched up the brown file. “Threatening me with this?” She tossed it on Gabriel’s chest with a snort. “Know your place, business prodigy or not, I won’t hesitate to show you where you belong the next time you open that mouth of yours and ask me to apologize to that tramp.”

Gabriel’s eyes twitched, evidently becoming enraged by her statement, but still choosing to remain calm.

“You can take that to the ministry of social affairs for all I care. But word of advice, bare it in the back of your mind that Ashley, belongs with me and nothing you do can change that, Gabriel.”

And that was the one which broke the Camel’s back.

Slamming his palm on the table, Gabriel rose out of his chair, quickly towering over Leonica and looking down at her with a glare.

She wasn’t fazed, rather seeing him looking so aggravated brought a genuine smile to her lips and before he could speak, she questioned. “What? Don’t tell me you’re planning on hitting me... again.”

The last part, no doubt, had struck a chord with Gabriel, his body becoming stiff at the mention.

He didn’t know if she had meant to mention it, but it had been said and there was no taking it back.

“So, what are you going to do, hm?” Leonica pressed on, taking a step closer.

Compared to how panicked she seemed in her car ten minutes ago, she was a completely different person.

Guest like pep talks really do work.

“What’s the matter Gabriel?” She continued, now standing close enough to press her body against his, a taunting smile on her lips as she raised her head and met his eyes. “Don’t tell me those little words I just said hurt your ego real bad.”

Flexing his jaws, hands clenching at his side, Gabriel tried to control his temper. “Leonica,” He warned.

“That’s me, you asshole, got a problem.”

At that moment, Gabriel felt his control over his action slip.

The very next second, Leonica felt her breath hitch as her back was pinned against the nearest wall. She tried to move her hand but it was already being held above her head by one of Gabriel’s hand. She was in the middle of struggling for freedom when she realized how close their bodies were and instantly froze.

Gabriel to had realized, resulting in his minutes long silence as his eyes searched hers up close.

“Gabriel?”

Both their heads whipped towards the door direction at the sound of a voice that was all to familiar to their ears.

At the threshold of the door, Angelina stood, hurt written all over her face.

They had been engrossed in the heat of their argument to have noticed the door open.

“Gabe...what...?”

It only took Gabriel a matter of seconds to step away from Leonica’s pinned figure and be by Angelina’s side, the brunette’s gaze however, lingered on Leonica who was massaging her wrist and when she caught her stare, she flashed her a smirk.

“Ange, what are you doing here?” Gabriel questioned.

“I...” Peeling her gaze away from Leonica, fuming inwardly with anger, she continued. “My friend and I, we came to have dinner, but the receptionist wouldn’t stop going on about how she saw you here, so...I thought I’d...” Her speech trailed off.

Gabriel was about to urge her to finish her sentence when she suddenly asked. “Gabriel, is...is that what I think it is?”

Following her line of sight, the male nearly smacked himself upside up, when he spotted the paternity file lying in plain sight.

“Ange I can explain.”

The brunette held up her shaky index finger at his words, slowly taking steps towards the file that had caused a look of hurt to befall her angelic features.

Leonica made no effort to stop her and neither did Gabriel, after all, he knew that sometime would come when he’d have to tell her the truth about Ashley.

If he indeed wanted to provide Ashley with a complete family, it was obvious that he needed to end his engagement with Angelina sooner or later.

The thought, or rather, obvious truth, made Gabriel’s face scrunch up a bit. He didn’t like the idea...yet he also wasn’t totally against it.

While he was lost deep in his thoughts, Angelina had peeled the file off the table and opened it, silently reading through it.

Leonica didn’t care for her opinion and was about to leave, when much to both of their surprise, Angelina broke down in tears...with a smile on her lips.

The tears that were rushing out of her eyes, were tears of joy.

Allowing the file fall from her hand, she rushed at Gabriel and engulfed him in a tight hug.

“Gabe, you had be scared for a second.” She pulled back and peppered his cheek with kisses. “But that doesn’t matter now, since The paternity file says Ashely isn’t your son.”