After Divorce Billionaire Ex Found Me Pregnant (Leonica and Gabriel) novel Chapter 228

Leaning her head against the wall, Leonica stared up at the ceiling, counting the minutes in her head. It had been approximately an hour since she got here and there was still no sign of Chief Robert.

She sighed. Perhaps she shouldn't have put her safety in his hands. She wasn't even sure how smart he was, she had simply trusted him.

"You're regretting it, aren't you?" Her mother's voice had her glancing her way.

"What?"

"Coming here?" Cassandra clarified as she sat beside her daughter.

Leonica shook her head. "I regret nothing." She smiled and pulled her mother closer. "We're going to get out of this, and we're going to bring her down. I promise."

Cassandra nodded and hugged her daughter, a soft smile gracing her lips. If her daughter wasn't willing to regret, neither would she.

"I hope the police find us soon." She sighed. "I hope your father finds us soon." She added.

Leonica chuckled. "They will."

Her mother mirrored her smile, taking her finger which had her engagement ring on it and fiddling with it. "If...no, once we get out of this, let's go pick a wedding dress for you."

Leonica laughed, a genuine one. "Mother, isn't it too early for that? Owen just proposed."

"Your father and I didn't even love ourselves when we got married, yet look how we turned out; happy with wonderful children such as yourself and your siblings." She sighed. "I know Owen is a great man, so I want to make sure that you two have a proper wedding. I'll do anything to ensure that."

Leonica hugged her mother closer. "Thank you mother, I really appreciate it."

The sound of the door opening caught both their attention and Leonica quickly shielded her mother with her body as the footsteps became louder.

"Well, well, well, the mother daughter duo is enjoying themselves, aren't they?" Irene haunted as she walked in, the man from earlier walking behind her. She stopped in front of her captives and eyed Leonica mostly. "Time's up."

Turning to the guy behind her, she gestured for him to get Leonica and he wasted no time approaching her.

"Get away from my daughter." Cassandra hissed, her hands wrapping protectively around her daughter.

Irene sneered. "Shut up you stupid whore. All this is happening because you existed in the first place."

"Stick to one thing, Irene," Leonica couldn't help but roll her eyes as the man yanked her up by the arm.

"What?" Irene questioned, eyes twitching at how nonchalant her younger half sister seemed.

"Well, at first you said this happened because I came into the picture and then you said it was because of my mother and I and now, you're blaming my mother. You're contradicting yourself." Leonica chuckled, watching the color on Irene's face turn red.

"You little bitch, I'll-"

"You'll do what?" Leonica interrupted her, the calm expression on her face vanishing and replaced with a blank look. "You want to harm us, right?" She scoffed. "Just because you succeeded in killing Jamil doesn't mean you're a mastermind killer, Irene."

"You bitch.” Irene mused.

"Leonica, what are you doing?" Cassandra whispered to her daughter, worry evident in her tone. She couldn't understand why Leonica was provoking her, especially after the stunt she had just pulled.

"What? I'm just saying the truth. If it pisses you off so much, take it up with me."

Irene was livid, she was practically steaming from the ears and her henchman could sense her agitation, which was why he tightened his grip around Leonica's arm, causing her to wince.

But she didn't back down. "Why are really doing this? It's obvious that you don't like my mother and I, but what do wish to gain from getting rid of us?"

"Everything," Came Irene's answer. "I'll gain back the life you both stole and my father's love. With you no longer around, I'll be his favorite daughter."

"And if your plan fails? What are you going to do then?" Leonica asked.

"I guess we'd never know." Irene answered, chuckling devilishly as she turned to the henchman. "Take her out."

"No!" Cassandra screamed as she stood up. "Let my daughter go, I beg of you."

Irene didn't spare her a glance as the henchman began dragging Leonica away, she only looking back to offer her mother a reassuring look, that everything was going to be okay.

She was dragged out the door and into a room that had no furniture at all.

"So, how are you going to kill me?" She asked as the man shoved her into the room.

She stumbled a bit, but once she had gotten her balance, she took note of what and what were in the room she had been shoved in.

A small bed and a camera already set up.

She frowned, so that's how it was going to be. Ruin her reputation and then kill her off, making it seem like she had ran away because of the shame the video brought on her.

The perfect way to escape suspicion.

"So You're not going to kill me."

"No, We're going to have some fun." The man smirked as he closed the door behind them, turning to face her with a sickening smile.

She quickly stepped back when he approached her, but the man was quick to close the distance between them, grabbing her by the wrist.

"Don't fucking touch me." She spat, trying to fight him off, which was a bad option as the very next second, the man slapped her right across the face.

The impact sent her flying towards the bed. Her mind spun and her mouth instantly filled with the taste of copper.

"Ah!" She cried out in pain, gently touching where the henchman had slapped her.

"What's wrong?" He leaned down, gazing at her with a sickening satisfaction in his eyes, almost as if he enjoyed see her in pain. "Does it hurt?"

She gritted her teeth and tightened her jaw, but she wasn't given the time to answer as the henchman yanked her up from the bed, pulling her close to his body.

"Let's see what everyone sees in you, Ms. Romero."

"Oh, I'll show you," Leonica said and suddenly reached into the back of her trousers, pulling out a gun and aiming it straight at the man's leg.

"You should have checked me for weapons, idiot." She said and pulled the trigger, shooting him in the leg.

The man fell to the ground, screaming as blood pooled out his wound.

“What woman would serve herself on a silver platter without some sort of self defense?” She said as she stalked around him, staring down at him like a prey as she spat out the blood in her mouth.