After Divorce Billionaire Ex Found Me Pregnant

"Stuart Campbell?" He muttered, recognizing the man he had seen when he sent private investigators to C&D. But just to be sure, he asked. "Who's that? "Oh, that's Mr. Stuart Reeds. He works with the financial sector." The receptionist commented.

"Reeds." He repeated. "Play the footage." The feed started and Owen watched carefully, his heart racing when he saw Leonica walking into the Hall.

She was had been there and she followed him.

But why? "Pause." He pointed at the screen the moment Leonica turned the corner leading to where he assumed was the storage room.

"Mr. Lee, I don't think this is-" "Shut the fuck up." Owen hissed, "Do as I say or I'll smash your damn face." The guard whimpered and played the footage again.

He watched Leonica turn the corner, walk towards the storage room and enter and after not Stuart, not her.

and after that, everything went silent. No one cou QUE, Can you pull up the cameras inside the storage ro *ND, there aren't a I any. I told you, there's a blind spot." The guard answered.

""shit" Owen hissed and turned his back to the screen.

Leonica was in there with Stuart Shit. Shit. Shit! With the curse word playing over in his head like a mantra, he rushed in the direction of the Storage r Disappointment and dread washing over him when he got there and it was empty. "Mr. Lee?" The receptionist called out from behind him, trying to catch her breath.

Owen spun around, pointing his finger at the receptionist. "You, call the cops." ""Wha "Do as I say or God help you." "Mr. Lee, what's going on?" "You ask too many questions." He hissed, "Call the fucking cops now.

H room.

As the receptionist rushed off, the lat guard from before rushed into the room. "Mr. Lee, I.. I saw something in the parking lot through the CCTV, you should probably csee it " Owen nodded and followed the man back into the security room, watching the video the man had played and his eyes widening.

The image displayed was the back entrance of the building, a gate leading directly to a back alley.

It was a clear view and showed a black van, a woman being dragged out and thrown in the back.

A woman, who Owen was s familiar with, Leonica.

His heart raced and the nagging feeling turned into dread, tear and worry.

She was taken Escape Gone Wrong.

"So what you mean to tellis that Ms. Leonica Romero was kidnapped by the CEO of C&D industries?" The man with a mustache, cloaked from head to toe in Norway's original police uniform, asked Owen as they stood in the security office. Owen narrowed his eyes, looking weirdly at the man in front of him. Had he honestly just asked that question after watching the footage he was just shown? "Yes." Owen muttered, biting his lower lip in order to not lose his patience with the man. "Are you not going to do anything?" The mustached officer looked at his partner. They both shared a look before he placed his hand on his waist holder.

"Sir, I'm sorry to have to inform you that, but there's nothing we can do." He said and Owen's brows twitched. "Excuse me?" He said, a sharp edge to his tone "An official report has to be made and an investigation opened and only then will we be allowed to move forward. Until then, the most we can do is send "So what? Leonica's gonna remain with that Psycho until then?" Owen asked, glancing between the two of them.

"Sir, calm down. The process is simple and quick. As soon as the report has been submitted, we'll get a team to investigate immediately. So just please wait for a while." Owen scoffed, glaring at the two of them. "You're both useless. No, in fact the entire prescient is useless. Why did I even bother calling? He muttered.

team to look for her." || The officers heard and were about to question when the voice of a third party interrupted them.

"What's going on here?" They all turned towards the door to see Gabriel standing there, brows knitted together in confusion.

The receptionist squeezed out from behind him, looking somewhat sheepish "Mr. Bryce requested an audience with Ms. Romero. He saw the police cars outside..." She said, letting the rest of her words trail off, although Owen knew what they were.

"Where's Leonica?" The sound of his voice once again had all eyes on him.

"Mr. Bryce, good morning." The officers greeted.

"Hello" He replied, before his gaze landed on Owen, a glare present "And what are you doing here?" "That's none of your business." Owen responded sharply and turned back to the security guard, muttering a few things to him which Gabriel did not pay attention to as he turned to question the officers. "What's going on here?" "Ah, well Mr. Lee here, claims that Ms. Romero has been kidnapped." Gabriel's expression crumbled. "Kidnapped?" "Yes. Although, we cannot do anything until a proper investigation has been launched." "A proper investigation?" Gabriel muttered, his gaze narrowing.

"Yes.

Their answer truly confused Gabriel. While he stood there, Owen Grabbed a pen and paper, scribbled something down and walked past him, bumping shoulder with him purposely.

"You're gonna die waiting for them if you chosen to let them handle this." He muttered and left, Gabriel following after him.

"What do you mean by that?" "It means exactly what it sounds like." Owen spat, walking taster in an attempt to get rid of the other male.

"Stop." Owen ignored him and walked even faster.

"I said stop!" Gabriel commanded, this treaching out and grabbing him by the shoulder.

"Get off." Owen muttered, shaking his arm off. "I don't have tfor you." "Then make time." Owen's glare darkened and his fist clenched tightly. "Do you not know how to read the situation? Leonica's in danger and standing here, trying to start shit?" "I'm worried about her, alright?" Gabriel retorted.

"Yeah, well it doesn't look like it." He said and turned around walking off.

"Where are you going?" He called out.

"To save her from that Campbell Bastard." Owen called back.

Campbell? Gabriel thought, narrowing his eyes. As in Stuart Campbell? you're Leonica sat quietly in the dark, damp room, her gaze fixed on the door, a glare present.

The corners around her wrist where she had been struggling for minutes, has becred and stung painfully. Yet the pain was not enough to make her give up.

She was going to get out of here and when she does, she plans to make that bastard pay for harming her son. "Fucker!" She hissed under her breath, pulling hard on the rope and hissing out loud in pain. Her head hurt, and the bruise on her forehead had grown slightly larger, turning purple.

As she was struggling, the sound of footsteps approaching alerted her and her plate deepened. "How's it going in here?" The voice she had begun to despise asked as he stepped into the room...

"You'll pay for this, you bastard." Leonica threatened, the anger and hatred evident in her tone. "Which? Nearly killing your kid? Or killing you?" He asked, tilting his head. "Ah, but does that really matter Ms. Romero? After all, you won't be able to accomplish either." He said, smiling and shaking his head. "Nope, nope. You're gonna die right here. By my hands." Leonica kept her face neutral even though his words caused ssort of panic inside her. "You're insane." "Maybe. "He murmured. "But that doesn't change the fact that you're going to die." He said while humming a sweet tone as he laid a few things out on the table.

"Ah shit, Heclicked his tongue. "I forgot the main ingredient." "The main ingredient?" Leonica asked.

"Yup. The one thing that's gonna helpkill you. Ah, but no worries. I'll get it right away. And when I return, the fun will begin." He said and walked back towards the door, leaving her alone Leonica's eyes immediately snapped back to the rope around her wrist, gritting her teeth as she tugged harder and harder.

If he's going out to get something, this might be her only chance of escaping.

She has to try.

But the more she pulled, the more the pain increased. Her hands began to sting, and she found it harder and harder to pull. "Shit." She muttered and looked around the room, in a bid to find something sharp or anything she could use to cut the rope with. "Please, God. If there's anything, anyone who's listening. Please help." She whispered; the desperation clear in her tone.

Just as she finished whispering her plea, the glistening of steel caught her attention and she snapped her head towards it, finding herself staring at a knife placed on the table.

Her eyes widened, and she immediately stood up, stumbling over as her chair was still tied to her body and causing a loud thud. "Fuck" She muttered, hoping Stuart hadn't heard and quickly stood up, hopping to the table, nearly tripping and falling as she did. Finally reaching the table, she turned around and clumsily reached her tied hands towards the knife and picked it up, the cold, sharp tip cutting into her palm and drawing blood, "Ouch "She muttered and gripped it tightly, ignoring the sting in her palm as she struggled to place the blade of the knife onto the That forking Psycho was going to use this and put me? She shivered at the thought but compelled her mind to focus more on the task at hand.

Fortunately, she was able to slice through the rope in a matter of seconds. With her hands freed, she reached down, still wielding the sblade and carefully sliced the rope off her ankles. She didn't waste any more time, not even giving herself enough tto take in the sting on her ankles and wrist before bolting for the door. She gripped on the knob, closed her eyes for the briefest second and prayed that as smart as Stuart thought himself to be, he wouldn't luck the door. As if her prayers were heard, the moment she turned the handle, the door copen, revealing way to a dim, murky smelling corridor.

Leonica stuck her head out, tasting the waters before she took the first step out and bolted. She wasn't sure which direction she was running in, but one thing was sure, she needed to get away from Stuart. As she ran, e she cursed in her head, cursing herself for following that bastard. Cursing herself for turning down her father's suggestion when he told her to get security men. Her long lane down Rumination-town was cut short when a cry of anger resounded splace down the hall.

"Ah! That stupid bitch! How the hell did she escape?!"

No doubting it, Stuart had found out she had escaped. With that thought in mind, she picked up her pace, no longer wanting to be stealthy. The sound of her heart pounded in hen ear, but it could have easily been mistaken for the sound of Stuart's combat boots hitting against the floor as he scrambled about, trying to find where she had run off to. And even that, was sometimes drowned out by his occasionally voice filled with anger. "You got lucky once, but the moment I get my hands on you, I'm gonna send your put in a Christmas wrapped present to that son of yours." Just thinking about something like that, the trauma Ashley would go through after seeing something like that, scared her. She needed to beat this for both she and Ashley's sake!