Alpha’s Regret Pregnant Rejected Luna

Chapter 77

Bella paced around her study, her frustration palpable in every step. The heated exchange with the person on the other end of the line reverberated through the room.

‘No, no, no! I already sent you money just last week. I won’t be sending any more!” Bella barked into the phone, her voice echoing with a mix of anger and exasperation. The weight. of financial strain and emotional exhaustion marked her words.

“Listen, you drunk,” she seethed,

For weeks, Gabriel had been a persistent drain on Bella’s resources. His unwanted visit to her office weeks ago had marked the beginning of a troubling pattern, a cycle of incessant demands that grated on Bella’s nerves.

Bella, who reluctantly agreed, had been providing him with a fixed sum to maintain his silence, but the situation was escalating. His demands grew more incessant.

It wasn’t that Bella lacked the means to accommodate his requests, but Gabriel’s incessant requests were beginning to wear on her patience. Each demand seemed to exceed the last, be would call her randomly demanding money before the agreed time.

“Money he would waste on booze and drugs,” Bella mused. bitterly.

That evening, Bella had returned home earlier hoping to unwind and relax. Having just finished a shower, Bella, still drying her hair, retreated to her study as the notifications from him flashed on her phone screen. She hesitated, contemplating whether to respond or ignore, the decision hanging in the air like a weighty dilemma. As the phone buzzed persistently, she felt the tension rise, the impending call from Gabriel serving as a sign of a turbulent storm she would rather avoid

“Bella Wild,” the man at the other end slurred mockingly. He had placed an emphasis on the surname ‘Wild‘

An annoyed sigh escaped Bella’s l*ps; his persistent antics were testing the limits of her patience. The unmistakable sound of heavy breathing reached her ears, he was definitely drunk. This wasn’t the first time he would call her in that manner.

of his words adding another layer

to retort immediately, a deliberate pause that masked the

want?!” She hissed, her patience

her as she struggled to maintain composure. You can keep your facade as Mrs. Wild, thanks to me. You should be a little more polite speaking to me, don’t you think?” he slurred, each word exacerbating

I need money,” he stated, his demands echoing through

just last week she hissed, keeping her tone checked, mindful of the need for

he asked, feigning

a sophisticated concealment strategy. Multiple accounts served as discreet conduits, creating a convoluted trail that defied easy detection. In a bold move, she even enrolled his name as an artist in her exhibition – a clever masquerade designed to divert

of funds.

course, I sent you

he chuckled,

nerves

money’s gone,” he stated, his

money, you know?”

to stay hidden, right? No one should see me. That costs a lot of money. he asked, attempting to justify the rapid depletion of

in a week?!” she

do you do with so much money? she almost yelled, frustration evident in

yelled from

need me to keep my mouth shut, right? What I do with the money sent is none

stated angrily.