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Secretly A Quadrillionaire Boss

Welbeck woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside his bedroom window. He yawned and rubbed his eyes, trying to remember what had happened the previous night. As he got out of bed, he noticed that his fiancé, Keira, was already awake and sitting at their dining table.

"Good morning, Em," Welbeck greeted her hesitantly. "I had the weirdest dream last night. Do you want to hear about it?"

"Of course I do," Keira replied, smiling encouragingly.

Welbeck took a seat next to her and started to recount his dream. In it, he was walking through a forest when he suddenly came across a group of animals.

They had gathered around a large tree and were staring at a small bird that had fallen out of its nest. Welbeck tried to help the bird, but the animals warned him not to touch it, as it was cursed.

He knew what he wanted to say but he changed the dream and made a smart view of what he experienced in his journey to the village.

As he finished telling the story, Welbeck looked at Keira expectantly. She blinked at him in confusion before asking, "Okay, but what about your sleep? Did you sleep well last night?"

Welbeck paused, surprised. "Uh, yeah. I think so. Why?"

Keira rolled her eyes playfully. "You always tell me about your dreams, but you never mention how well you slept. I just wanted to make sure you got a good night's rest."

Welbeck laughed, realizing that she was right. "Thanks for looking out for me, Em. And yeah, I slept well. I don't remember waking up at all."

Keira smiled satisfied and leaned over to kiss him. "I'm glad to hear it. Now, how about we make some breakfast?

Keira cut him short and came back in the next 30 minutes with dishes served on a tray.

"The espresso suddenly tastes more bitter than it already was".

Welbeck said and he continued to sip it.

After another sip on the mug, his gaze focused on a particular spot, and he placed it down on the table.

His eyes burned with unshed tears, and he bent his head low. Although he was confident that he was well disguised, a part of him couldn't help but feel unsettled.

He had been seated at a lone table, at the far end of the dining table, watching, and observing as much as he could.

His throat itches, and with tightly clenched fists, he restrained himself from taking another sip of his espresso.

"It'd be my sixth cup yet, and I am not satisfied. I needed caffeine".

He screamed out.

Seated a few tables from him, was the very one person Welbeck had been spying on for days. From his spa sessions to his gym routines, he followed him all the way. Without his knowledge of course.

At that moment, he was having a blind date with a renowned writer. For whatever reason, they chose a modest cafe to meet up. Although she was putting on a sunshade, he could tell who she was. And that was because he knew every one of his schedules.

Their light laughter floated over the table, and a numb feeling crept around his heart.

Welbeck sniffed, and turned away, wondering why he was reacting the way he was.

Wondering why for the past six years, he didn't want to witness any intimacy from his gender, towards him. Wondering why he was attracted to the old man that always passes by.

He knew what he could offer to him one day and that was what he had gained.

He was going to be a quadrillionaire in disguise and he had reasons for keeping it a secret.

Keira looks at his fiance's face in shock, he has been murmuring words to himself which she can't tell what it could be.

"It's everything okay babe?"

Keira asked, still positioned her eyes on his.

With a smile and chuckles, Welbeck told her to calm down and concentrate on her meal.

"I was just thinking about how I can meet up with your family as we discussed the other time".

He lied.

Keira took a deep breath and continued to eat her food whilst Welbeck grins and continues with his.

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As Welbeck opens his eyes from his nap, he feels a dampness in the air and hears the distant sound of church bells tolling. He sits up and looks around, finding himself in a small, dimly lit room with stone walls and a straw mattress on the floor. A small window is set high in the wall, letting in a faint light. He feels disoriented and cannot remember how he got here.