Welbeck was a man in his early thirties, who was deeply in love with his girlfriend, Keira. They had been dating for two years and had finally
decided to take their relationship to the next level and get married.
Welbeck was excited about their upcoming wedding and couldn't stop talking about it. He would bring it up every time they sat down to eat, and he would go on and on about how he
wanted it to be the best day of their lives.
However, Keira was becoming increasingly
worried about the cost of the wedding. She knew that Welbeck had a good job, but she also knew that he had some debts and was struggling to save enough money for a lavish wedding.
Keira tried to talk to Welbeck about her concerns, buthe brushed them off, saying that he wanted to
give her the wedding of her dreams. He even started making plans for a destination wedding in a tropical paradise, which would cost a fortune.
Keira tried to explain to Welbeck that she didn't need an extravagant wedding to be happy. She just
wanted to be married to him and start their life together. But Welbeck was so caught up in his vision of the perfect wedding that he couldn't
see her point of view.
As the wedding planning continued, Keira became more and more anxious about the cost. She started to research cheaper options and suggested that they have a small, intimate wedding with just their close family and friends.
But Welbeck wasn't having it. He wanted the big wedding, with the fancy venue, the gourmet
food, and the extravagant decorations. He even started to get defensive when Keira brought up the cost, telling her that it was his money and he
could spend it however he wanted.
Keira felt like she was being ignored and that her opinions didn't matter. She loved Welbeck, but she didn't want to start their marriage with a huge amount of debt.
Eventually, Keira had to put her foot down. She told Welbeck that she couldn't go through with the
wedding if it meant starting their marriage in financial trouble. She wanted to be with him, but the wedding was becoming a source of stress and tension between them.
Welbeck was taken aback by her ultimatum. He had never realized how much the cost of the wedding was affecting her. He loved her and didn't want to lose her over something as trivial.
He knew there was a lot of money but his presence made them feel like he did not have much.
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Welbeck was driving home from work on a beautiful summer afternoon. The sun was shining brightly, the birds were chirping, and the air smelled fresh and clean. He couldn't wait to get home and change into something more comfortable before meeting his in-laws. They were coming over for dinner, and Welbeck wanted everything to be perfect.
As Welbeck drove, his mind began to wander. He started to think about his in-laws and how he first met them. It was at a family gathering, and they had all hit it off immediately. Welbeck was grateful to have such wonderful in-laws, and he wanted to make sure they felt welcomed in his home.
As he approached his house, he noticed that his lawn needed to be mowed. He quickly parked his car in the garage and ran into the house to change clothes. After changing, he went right back outside to mow the lawn.
While he was mowing the lawn, he realized that he was running low on gas. He decided to drive to the gas station, which was a few blocks away, to fill up his tank. As he was driving down the street, he suddenly heard a loud noise. His car had hit something in the road, and he pulled over to inspect the damage.
To his dismay, he found that one of his tires had blown out. He quickly reached for his phone to call for help but realized that he had left it at home. Feeling frustrated and helpless, he didn't know what to do.
As he stood there on the side of the road, a friendly stranger pulled up and offered to help. The stranger introduced himself as Jake and he helped Welbeck change the tire. Welbeck was grateful for the stranger's assistance and thanked him before getting back on the road.
Welbeck finally made it home, feeling relieved that he didn't miss his in-laws' meeting. As soon as he walked in the door, he was hit with the delightful aroma of Keira's Cooking. Keira was in the kitchen, putting the finishing touches on a delicious meal.
The doorbell rang, and Welbeck quickly went to answer it. He opened the door to find one of his co-workers standing there, big smiles on their faces.
He hugged him warmly and congratulated him on his beautiful home and lawn. Welbeck smiled back, relieved that everything was finally falling into place.
The evening went smoothly, with everyone enjoying the delicious food and the lively conversation. At the end of the night, Anthony thanked him for a wonderful evening, and Welbeck knew that he had made a good impression.
He climbed into bed that afternoon tired but happy, Welbeck thought about how lucky he was to have such a fiance and he was eager to meet her parents.
However, he was grateful to the stranger who had helped him change his tire. He drifted off to have a nap, looking forward to many more pleasant evenings with his family.
He woke up later and refreshed himself.
Keira was already preparing herself to meet her parents with Welbeck.
Welbeck's Pov.
As we arrived at my fiance's parent's house, I couldn't help but feel nervous. Meeting the in-laws is always a nerve-wracking experience, but it's even more daunting when you're a son-in-law to a wealthy family.
As we entered the mansion, I was greeted by her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Bernard Smith. They were both gracious and welcoming, and I immediately felt at ease. The Smiths were a warm and friendly couple, and they made me feel like a part of the family right from the start.
As we sat down to dinner, Bernard Bernard Smith began to ask me about my background and my career. I told him about my humble beginnings and how I had worked hard to build a successful business. He seemed impressed and offered me some advice on managing wealth and investing wisely.
As we continued talking, I began to understand the values that were important to the Andersons. They valued hard work, dedication, and a commitment to excellence, which was evident in everything they did. I could also see how much they cared about their family and community, and how important it was to them to use their wealth for good.
After dinner, Mrs. Bernard Smith invited us to see their art collection. As we walked through the gallery, I was blown away by the beauty and rarity of the pieces on display. It was clear that Bernard Smith had an appreciation for fine art and a deep understanding of its significance.
I had always been a hard-working man and had a steady job in a respectable company. I had provided well for my fiance. However, my mother-in-law, Mrs. Bernard Smith, was not thrilled with my style of dressing.
Whenever Mr. Bernard Smith tries to appreciate the way I am, she never fails to comment on my clothes. "Welbeck, aren't you going to change out of those old-fashioned jeans?" or "Why are you still wearing that ratty t-shirt?"
Mrs. Bernard Smith said.
At first, I tried to brush off her comments, thinking she was just being a typical critical mother-in-law. But as time went by, her comments began to get to me. I started to feel self-conscious and insecure about the way I dressed.
I asked Keira about it, and she simply shrugged her shoulders and said, "That's just how my mom is. She's always been snobby about appearances."
I tried to ignore Mrs. Bernard Smith's comment. I began to wonder if I should invest more in my wardrobe but that wasn't necessary.
Maybe I should buy a new suit or dress shoes.
I muttered to myself and shook my head in disdain.
"No, I have a reason for everything I do, it seems good with the way I've secretly lowered myself".
As I thought about it more, I realized he didn't care about impressing my mother-in-law. I loved his old jeans and T-shirts. They were comfortable, and casual, and reflected who I am.
I decided to stick to his usual wardrobe and not let Mrs. Smith's opinion of him affect him anymore. After all, I was a hardworking man who provided for my family and had a loving wife-to-be who accepted him for who he was. What more could he ask for?
As we left their house that evening, I felt grateful for the opportunity to meet such kind and generous people even though Mrs. Smith behaved differently toward me. I also felt a sense of relief knowing that Keira's parents approved of me and our relationship and I was willing to marry her.
"Take care, my daughter, I hope you feel comfortable with this man of yours".
Keira's mother said that but I pretended not to have heard what she said.
The words of the old man kept ringing in my ears so nothing was going to let me down.
A trillionaire as his husband was, she thought they had everything than anyone else in the world.
I gasped for breath and made my way off from the house as I walked straight to my car to my house.
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As Welbeck walked through the door of his apartment, he immediately felt exhausted. He couldn’t put his finger on exactly why he felt so drained, but he assumed it had something to do with the visit he had just made to his fiance’s parents' home.
It wasn’t that Welbeck didn’t love his fiance, Keira. She was the light of his life, the woman he had been waiting for his whole life. But her parents were a different story.
From the moment he had met them, Welbeck had the feeling that they didn’t approve of him. They were quiet and distant, offering only tepid niceties and never really engaging him in conversation. It was painfully clear that they thought he wasn’t good enough for their daughter.
Welbeck tried his best to make a good impression. He didn't dress in his suit or a bottle of expensive wine, but he made sure to listen attentively to everything they said. All seemed to fall flat, and by the time he left their house, he felt like he had failed miserably.
Now, as he collapsed onto the couch in his living room, Welbeck wondered how he was ever going to make it through the rest of his life with these people as his in-laws. He loved Keira more than anything in the world, but the thought of being constantly judged and scrutinized by her parents made him feel like he was suffocating.
As he lay there, lost in thought, Welbeck suddenly heard the sound of the front door opening. He sat up and saw Keira walking through the door, her face alight with happiness.
"Hey, you’re sleeping!" she said, coming over to kiss him.
Welbeck smiled weakly and tried to muster up some enthusiasm. "Yeah, I’m back. How was your day?"
Keira launched into an excited speech about everything she had done that day, but Welbeck found it hard to pay attention. He felt like he was in a fog, unable to shake off the exhaustion that had settled over him.
And then, suddenly, he felt Keira’s hand on his shoulder. "Hey, are you okay?" she asked, concern etched on her face.
Welbeck looked up at her, feeling helpless and vulnerable. "I don’t know, Meg. I just feel so tired. I think it’s your parents."
Keira looked at him for a long moment, and he could see the wheels turning in her head. And then, slowly, she smiled. "Well, you know what we should do, then?" she said. "We should go out and do something fun. Just the two of us. Forget about my parents and their nonsense."
Welbeck felt a faint glimmer of hope. "What do you have in mind?"
Keira grinned. "How about we go ice skating? There’s a rink downtown that just opened up. We could grab some hot chocolate afterward."
Welbeck felt himself starting to smile. "That sounds great."
As they got ready to leave, Welbeck felt the exhaustion starting to lift. With Keira by his side, he felt like he could conquer anything. And even if her parents never accepted him, he knew that he had the most important thing of all: Keira’s love.
Together, they stepped out into the cool winter night, ready to make new memories and forget all about the stress of the day.
Keira did not want Welbeck to remember what her Mom did to him but it seems he was still thinking about it.
Since he loved Welbeck, she was still going to do everything to keep her man.
She smiles and rests her head on his shoulder as they stand watch the stars in the sky.
The sun slowly rises while the birds chirp outside, signaling the start of a new day. It's the weekend, so there wasn't a need in rushing to get out of bed and get ready for work. Welbeck stretched his arms and legs, feeling relaxed and refreshed after a good night's sleep.As he lays in bed, he thinks about what he wants to do today. Maybe he has plans with friends or family, or maybe you just want to spend a quiet day at home. Whatever the case is, he's excited about the possibilities.He gets up and makes himself a cup of coffee or tea, enjoying the warmth and aroma as he takes a sip. He turns on some calming music and reads the news while he waits for his wife to wake up. Keira was still not woken from her slumber.As the morning progresses, he decides to get dressed and head out for a workout session but he was thinking if he could opt for a more leisurely morning and take a long shower or soak in the tub before making breakfast.The smell of pancakes, bacon, and eggs fills the
Kira looked frightened as she sat on the couch. Although she was the trillionaire Bernard Smith's daughter, nothing prevented her from falling in love with the person she liked.As she sat on the couch, her mind was racing with worries and fears. She felt like the weight of the world was on her shoulders, and she didn't know how to shake it off. Her fiance walked into the room and noticed her troubled expression."Hey, what's wrong?" he asked, sitting down beside her.She paused for a moment, debating whether or not to open up to him. She didn't want to burden him with her problems, but she also didn't want to keep them bottled up inside. Eventually, she decided to put on a brave face and pretend that everything was okay."Oh, nothing," she said with a forced smile. "Just lost in thought."Welbeck looked at her skeptically but didn't press the issue. Instead, he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close. She leaned into him, grateful for his comforting presence.But even as she
It was a beautiful morning when the quadrillionaire, Welbeck, woke up in his luxurious penthouse apartment. He rose from his silk sheets and gazed out of the floor-to-ceiling windows, taking in the breathtaking city skyline. His fiancee, Keira, had always been thinking about how Welbeck got the money for such a mansion but he rejected her words.Welbeck knew that today was going to be a busy one. He had an important meeting with the world's most renowned philanthropist, and he needed to make a great impression. After all, he was a quadrillionaire. Everything he did was expected to be grand, perfect, and exquisite.He made his way to his walk-in closet, where his team of personal stylists awaited him. They presented him with a range of designer suits, ties, and shoes to choose from. Welbeck meticulously examined each article of clothing, ensuring that they fit him impeccably.Once he was satisfied with his selection, he made his way to his private helicopter, which was waiting on his
Welbeck sat behind the wheel of his brand-new Lamborghini, muttering to himself about how powerful he was going to be as the Quadrillionaire himself. He had always dreamed of becoming wealthy and powerful, and now that he was on his way to achieving his goal, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction.As he sped down the highway, his mind raced with ideas and plans for his future empire. He envisioned himself as the mastermind behind a vast network of businesses, each one generating billions of dollars in revenue every year.Welbeck knew that he had the intelligence, drive, and ambition to make his dream a reality. He had worked tirelessly over the years, building up his wealth and knowledge, and now he was ready to take on the world.As he drove, he couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement building inside of him. He was on the verge of greatness, and he was determined to seize his opportunity with both hands.Welbeck knew that the road ahead would not be easy, but he wa
Bernard Smith had always been the kind of person who liked to plan. He would set his alarm each night for the same time every morning, and he would always have his clothes neatly laid out by his bed.As he rolled over to silence the alarm, he realized that he had forgotten to set the time for half an hour earlier. Bernard panicked, knowing that he had to dress before his colleagues arrived at the office. His morning routine was usually like clockwork, and any deviation from it made him feel uneasy.He looked over at the clock and saw that he now had only half an hour to get himself ready. In a frenzied state, he began to rush around his apartment. He quickly grabbed his pants, shirt, and tie and polished his shoes while simultaneously trying to shower and get dressed.Mrs. Smith, Bernard's wife, who had been in the kitchen preparing breakfast, emerged from the kitchen as Bernard was making frantic movements in the bedroom."Good morning, my dear," she said, pausing to take in Bernard
Lucifer was known to be wild, ruthless, and uncaring, he had always lived by his own rules and was never afraid to fight for what he believed in. He had worked hard to establish himself as one of the most powerful men in the business world, but he was jealous of his competitor Welbeck, who had recently won the frontier of the NGOs and became a quadrillionaire. Lucifer saw this as an affront to his success, and he was determined to outdo his rival at any cost.Lucifer often saw himself as a lion, a hunter, and a conqueror, but the sight of Welbeck winning the NGO frontier made him feel like a predator losing its prey. He was envious of Welbeck's success, and he began to wonder what he was doing wrong that prevented him from achieving the same heights of wealth and power as his rival.As he sat in his office, brooding over his predicament, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy whenever he saw Welbeck's name in the press. He wanted to be the center of attention, the one everyone was
Welbeck gripped the steering wheel tightly as he drove through the cold, rainy weather. The windshield wipers were working tirelessly to clear the incessant rain that pounded relentlessly against the car. His thoughts were preoccupied with the events of the day as he tried to figure out why Lucifer had his sights set on his position as the frontier. Welbeck was a dedicated and loyal member of the frontier, a group of authorities that kept the peace between the human world and the supernatural world. He had been a member of the frontier for over a decade and had worked his way up to his current position as the head of the western district, a role that he was proud of and took very seriously. Lucifer, on the other hand, was a powerful demon who had a reputation for being ruthless and calculating. He had been relatively quiet for the past few years but had recently started making waves with his attempts to take over territories that belonged to other supernatural beings. Welbeck had al
Lucifer had never really been one to hold back his emotions. When he was happy, he was overjoyed. When he was angry, he was furious. And the founder of the NGO association was about to see that side of him.As Lucifer stormed into the room, Mr. Wilson, the founder of the association, visibly tensed up. He had heard of Lucifer's reputation, of course, but he never expected to meet him in person. Lucifer seemed to loom over him, his eyes blazing with an otherworldly intensity."What do you want?" Mr. Wilson asked, struggling to keep his voice calm.Lucifer's lips twisted into a sneer. "I want you to make Welbeck look less like a secret Quadrillionaire," he said, his voice dripping with venom.Mr. Wilson swallowed hard. "I'm sorry, I don't understand what you're talking about. What does Welbeck have to do with anything?"Lucifer let out a low, menacing chuckle. "You know exactly what I'm talking about. Welbeck has been using his wealth and power to manipulate the world for his benefit. A
" Young master, you need to come with us", The old man repeated.Welbeck was still stunned and felt like he was dreaming once again.With a mixture of disbelief and desperation, Welbeck spoke up, his voice trembling, "Wait, I think you've got the wrong person. I'm just an ordinary guy, kicked out by my son-in-law, struggling to make ends meet. I don't have any connections with wealthy doctors or anyone of significance."The two strangers exchanged a skeptical glance before one of them, a middle-aged woman, sighed and spoke with a touch of sympathy, "Welbeck, we understand this is overwhelming for you, but there's more to your life than you realize. I am your aunt, or rather, the woman you know as your aunt. I've been entrusted by your father, who happens to be a millionaire doctor, to look after you and keep your true identity hidden."Welbeck's jaw dropped, and his mind raced with a flood of questions. He had always considered the lady who visited occasionally as his aunt, but he nev
Welbeck's body was weak, and every step he took was a struggle. The weight of his illness bore down on him, leaving him physically and emotionally drained. With each passing day, his condition deteriorated further, and the medical bills continued to pile up, adding to his mounting anxiety.Feeling a deep sense of desperation, Welbeck made his way to the living room where his mother-in-law, Madam Charlotte, sat comfortably on her elegant couch, surrounded by luxury. Her demeanor exuded an air of superiority, and she always made sure to remind Welbeck of his lowly status compared to her wealthy acquaintances. Welbeck approached her, his hands trembling, and his voice barely above a whisper. "Madam Charlotte, I am in dire need of your help. I need money for my hospital treatment. Without it, I fear I won't be able to afford the care I desperately require."Madam Charlotte looked up from her magazine, her gaze cold and indifferent. She took a moment to assess Welbeck, his worn-out cloth
Welbeck trudged along the dimly lit streets, his feet heavy with exhaustion. The weight of countless job applications weighed on his shoulders, their rejections echoing in his mind. It had been months since he lost his previous job, and despite his best efforts, he couldn't seem to catch a break.The sun had long set, leaving behind a desolate landscape that mirrored the emptiness in Welbeck's heart. The street lights flickered, casting eerie shadows that danced along the cracked pavement. He had spent the day tirelessly searching for any opportunity that would restore his sense of purpose, but each door had been slammed shut, each phone call met with a polite rejection.With a heavy sigh, Welbeck finally arrived at his mother-in-law's apartment building. Weariness seeped into his bones as he trudged up the stairs, his steps slow and unsteady. The weight of his failures pressed against his chest, making it difficult to breathe. Welbeck's hopelessness clung to him like a second skin.A
It was a typical and boring day for Welbeck. He had nothing planned and spent most of his time lounging on the couch, watching Netflix. In the late afternoon, he dozed off, and before he knew it, he fell into a deep sleep.Suddenly, his phone rang, jolting him out of his slumber. Groggily, he reached for his phone, fumbling with it as he tried to answer the call. However, just as he was about to say hello, the call ended, leaving him confused and annoyed.Welbeck rubbed his eyes and glanced at his phone screen to see who had called. To his surprise, the number was unfamiliar, and he didn't recognize the caller ID. He wondered if it was the wrong number or a telemarketer and shrugged it off.As he sat up and stretched, Welbeck couldn't help but feel disappointed that his phone call had been cut short. He wondered who it was and what they wanted. Despite his curiosity, he couldn't bring himself to call the number back. Instead, he decided to get up and make some coffee.As he waited for
The sun is barely peeking over the horizon, casting its warm, golden light on the rolling hills and lush, green fields. The air is crisp and fresh, the morning dew still clinging to the blades of grass and flowers. The estate is quiet save for the gentle hum of nature all around.As Welbeck approaches the estate, he can see the grandeur and scale of the estate. The rolling parkland stretches out before him, hundreds of acres filled with trees, perfectly manicured green spaces, and expansive lawns. In the distance, he can catch a glimpse of the stately Welbeck, with its centuries-old architecture and regal presence.As he enters through the gates, he is greeted by the sight of grandeur and luxury. The long, sweeping driveways lead him to his destination, with perfectly tended gardens and fountains on either side. The estate is dotted with exquisite fountains and sculptures, each one adding to the beauty and grandeur of the surroundings.As he makes his way toward his office, he pass
Lucifer stirred in his bed, opening his eyes to the muted golden light that filtered through his large, floor-to-ceiling windows. He stretched his long limbs out, feeling the silk sheets smooth against his skin, and scowled.Today was going to be a busy day. Lucifer had a meeting scheduled with his top demons, and he would have to put on his best face even though he felt irritated. He couldn't remember why he agreed to meet with them in the first place, as they always needed micromanaging.But first, he had to prepare himself. Lucifer sat up and surveyed his surroundings, letting out a low whistle of admiration as he did so. His mansion was so grandly decked out in ornate designs that it looked like it belonged in another realm entirely. The ceilings were vaulted and beamed in gold, and the walls were painted with intricate patterns and frescoes.One wall was even made entirely of glass to allow for a scenic view of the fiery hell landscape below. Lucifer liked to watch the tortured s
Lucifer had never really been one to hold back his emotions. When he was happy, he was overjoyed. When he was angry, he was furious. And the founder of the NGO association was about to see that side of him.As Lucifer stormed into the room, Mr. Wilson, the founder of the association, visibly tensed up. He had heard of Lucifer's reputation, of course, but he never expected to meet him in person. Lucifer seemed to loom over him, his eyes blazing with an otherworldly intensity."What do you want?" Mr. Wilson asked, struggling to keep his voice calm.Lucifer's lips twisted into a sneer. "I want you to make Welbeck look less like a secret Quadrillionaire," he said, his voice dripping with venom.Mr. Wilson swallowed hard. "I'm sorry, I don't understand what you're talking about. What does Welbeck have to do with anything?"Lucifer let out a low, menacing chuckle. "You know exactly what I'm talking about. Welbeck has been using his wealth and power to manipulate the world for his benefit. A
Welbeck gripped the steering wheel tightly as he drove through the cold, rainy weather. The windshield wipers were working tirelessly to clear the incessant rain that pounded relentlessly against the car. His thoughts were preoccupied with the events of the day as he tried to figure out why Lucifer had his sights set on his position as the frontier. Welbeck was a dedicated and loyal member of the frontier, a group of authorities that kept the peace between the human world and the supernatural world. He had been a member of the frontier for over a decade and had worked his way up to his current position as the head of the western district, a role that he was proud of and took very seriously. Lucifer, on the other hand, was a powerful demon who had a reputation for being ruthless and calculating. He had been relatively quiet for the past few years but had recently started making waves with his attempts to take over territories that belonged to other supernatural beings. Welbeck had al
Lucifer was known to be wild, ruthless, and uncaring, he had always lived by his own rules and was never afraid to fight for what he believed in. He had worked hard to establish himself as one of the most powerful men in the business world, but he was jealous of his competitor Welbeck, who had recently won the frontier of the NGOs and became a quadrillionaire. Lucifer saw this as an affront to his success, and he was determined to outdo his rival at any cost.Lucifer often saw himself as a lion, a hunter, and a conqueror, but the sight of Welbeck winning the NGO frontier made him feel like a predator losing its prey. He was envious of Welbeck's success, and he began to wonder what he was doing wrong that prevented him from achieving the same heights of wealth and power as his rival.As he sat in his office, brooding over his predicament, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy whenever he saw Welbeck's name in the press. He wanted to be the center of attention, the one everyone was