49. Brother"Oh sh*t," Shadrach exclaimed, frustration evident as he grabbed a handful of his hair, realizing he had been caught the moment he called Wynter by her name."Now tell me, Mr. Shadrach Hunter, do you still want to continue with your act?" Wynter turned around, folding her arms across her chest and raising an eyebrow, challenging him to be honest.Shadrach, accepting defeat, knew there was no point in hiding anymore. "First, tell me what happened to Bella, and I'm ready to answer all your questions," he conceded, understanding that the truth needed to come out.Wynter, strategic in her approach, knew how to coax the truth out of him. She felt a pang of regret for involving Bella in the situation, especially seeing the tension on Shadrach's face."Bella is fine and at home with my family. It was just an unknown call, which I dismissed. And before you comment, I'm sorry for dragging Bella into all of this, but I felt I had no other choice since you weren't willing to confess
50. Reclaiming Every AssetShadrach's POV"I am Wynter's brother," Harris King informed the receptionist, and that's when I knew that if he was telling the truth, then I messed up big time when I accused Wynter, especially when she was pleading with me to give her some time to explain, but I wasn't willing to listen, going solely by a stranger's words. As Harris' steps drew closer to me, my heart raced wildly in my chest. Each step felt like a ticking time bomb ready to explode on me."Ris..." Just as my doubts seemed to confirm, Storm rose from beside me and rushed towards Harris King."Storm... What's wrong, baby? Where's your mommy?" Harris picked him up, embracing him closely, feeling his anxieties, and soothing him by rubbing his back."Mommy isn't waking up, so we brought her here," Storm explained as best as he could."And who helped bring your mommy here?" Harris inquired."Dad helped her," Storm replied simply.Harris frowned, then his eyes locked with mine, causing my heart
51. The Weight of a NameShadrach's POV:I was super pumped to see Wynter there. I just knew she was my Griz as soon as I laid eyes on her. That familiar pull towards her, like she's the only one I feel it for. But first, I had to make sure she was really my Griz. If she wasn't, I'd be so disappointed in myself for not recognizing her.I stood there, taking in the sight of her. She was wearing this stunning golden gown, her hair up in a messy bun, and the gown's shimmer was giving her skin this beautiful glow. She was exactly how I had pictured her, even more stunning in person.My heart was telling me to go hug her tight, to pour out all my emotions, but my joy turned to concern when I saw a man next to her. I thought, Maybe that's her friend Ethan she mentioned. But something felt off. This was a business event, and both she and Ethan were vets, not really supposed to be here.I could sense she was also feeling a bit out of place. I made up my mind that I needed answers. To do that,
52. Father and SonThird Person's POV:Wynter had returned from the hospital and was now back at her home—the one she had built for herself and Storm. She had left Jackson Tower without ever stepping foot inside again.Finally easing into her routine, today was one of her rare days off. She lounged comfortably in her living room, the garden sliders open, allowing her to watch Storm, Hunter, Bella, and Elli playing outside. The cheerful laughter of the children brought a faint smile to her lips.At first, she found herself enjoying the view, but she didn’t realize when her thoughts began to drift. Her mind wandered back to her confrontation with Shadrach, replaying his accusations. Despite her best efforts to move on, the memory still stung deeply, piercing her heart every time it surfaced.Harris had told her that it was Shadrach who brought her to the hospital after the incident. He’d been furious, demanding to know what had happened. Though Harris hadn’t confronted Shadrach directly
53. Dilemma Wynter's POVI was still deeply moved by the words Mama Iris had shared with me, but I wasn’t sure what was right or wrong anymore. Every time I had expectations from someone, I ended up getting hurt. I didn’t think I had the strength to handle another wave of stress."Mommy!" Storm’s voice broke through my thoughts, and I looked up to find him standing in front of me.Now it was just me and Storm in the house. Ellie was with Hunter, and Mama Iris... well, I felt alone, and it made the overthinking worse."Yes, cupcake?" I asked, lifting him into my arms.Storm had been insisting on going to Mama Iris' house, but I’d had to emotionally blackmail him into staying here."Mommy, why are you worried? Did I do something?" He asked, his big eyes full of concern."No, sweetheart, Mommy was just thinking about work. I’m not worried about anything, alright?" I lied, trying to push away the storm of emotions swirling inside."Mommy, why did you send Dad away?" Storm asked, his voic
54. Clarity Wynter's POVI could see that Shadrach was a little taken aback by my unusually sweet demeanor, but I was simply following through with my decision to hear him out. I couldn't very well do that while he was standing there, so I motioned for him to come inside."Thanks," he nodded, stepping in and taking a seat on the sofa. He placed the toys he had brought for Storm on the side, perhaps a way of easing the tension between us.I wanted to tell him that he didn’t have to buy Storm anything, but I held my tongue. This might just be his way of showing he cared."Dad!" Storm came running toward us, his towel wrapped tightly around him."Storm, you didn’t change yet?" I quickly moved to stop him, but he was faster than me, jumping right into Shadrach’s arms."Hey, champ," Shadrach smiled, catching him effortlessly."Let him change first," I rolled my eyes, though a small smile tugged at my lips."It’s okay. He looks cute in a towel," Shadrach shrugged, planting a quick kiss on
55. Another Chance Of RedemptionAs promised, Wynter was willing to give Shadrach a chance to redeem himself for all the wrong he had done to her. He respected her wish to keep her distance, but that didn’t stop him from visiting the park every day. He sat on the same bench where they had spent countless moments years ago, hoping with all his heart that Wynter would show up.A week passed in this quiet anticipation, but Wynter didn’t come. Though disappointment weighed heavily on him, Shadrach refused to lose hope. He had made a promise to himself: no matter how long it took—be it a year or a decade—he would wait for her every single day.Today, like every other day, Shadrach sat alone on the bench. The only difference was that, in the past, Bella had been by his side, wagging her tail and keeping him company. Now, he was completely alone. Memories of happier times filled his mind as he stared at the empty park, wishing desperately for those days to return.Lost in thought, Shadrach w
56. Court NoticeWynter's POV As Sean had promised, a court notice arrived at my doorstep.I stared at the papers in disbelief, my hands trembling. How did he find out about Storm? The thought of losing my son sent a wave of anxiety crashing over me. Still, I steeled myself. I was confident—no matter what, I would fight with every fiber of my being to ensure Storm stayed with me.Sean had no right to interfere. He made his choice long ago when he wanted nothing to do with my pregnancy. I had informed him the moment I found out, but he had cruelly suggested termination. It was my decision to raise Storm as a single mother, and that alone would weigh heavily in my favor in court.But I couldn’t be naïve. If Sean was bold enough to take this to court, he must have something up his sleeve.My phone rang, pulling me out of my spiraling thoughts. For a moment, I froze, fearing it might be Sean. But relief flooded through me when I saw Shadrach’s name flash on the screen.“Hey,” I answered,
To my dear readers,I want to begin by expressing my deepest gratitude to you, even though there may not be many of you. Your support, no matter how small, has meant everything to me. When I first set out to write "Blinded Dreams," my goal was to craft a unique storyline that would resonate with those who read it. It has taken me 1.5 years to finally complete this book, and I’m overwhelmed with joy to be able to say that it is now finished.Writing this book has been one of the hardest and most rewarding experiences of my life. During the course of crafting this story, I faced some of the darkest and most difficult phases in my personal journey.Every chapter, every word, was part of my own catharsis, and it is with a full heart that I share this with you today.This will be the last book in the Dreams series. The journey of Shadrach, Wynter, and the others has come to its beautiful conclusion, and I have no intentions of returning to continue their story. As much as I’m sad to close t
EpilogueSabrina's POVThe soft hum of violins played on, weaving a melody that seemed to mirror the emotions swirling within me—excitement, love, and a hint of nervousness. The garden was nothing short of magical, bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun. White roses and blush-pink peonies bordered the aisle like nature’s embrace, their fragrance soothing yet invigorating.This was it—the moment I had dreamed of all my life. I was marrying Shadrach.Taking a deep breath, I tried to steady the fluttering in my chest. Beside me, Mama Iris adjusted my veil with a delicate touch. Her hands trembled slightly, and her eyes shimmered with unshed tears.“You look beautiful, my love,” she said, her voice trembling. “I can’t believe you’re getting married already. I just wish Denissa was here to see this.”Tears welled up in my eyes, but I held them back. “Thank you, Mama Iris,” I whispered. “I wish she were here too, but having you with me means everything.” My thoughts wandered briefly t
73. Blinded DreamsShadrach's POVIt’s been a month since all the chaos unfolded, and life has finally settled into a calm rhythm. Things feel normal again. Wynter has officially moved into my penthouse at Jackson Tower. Although I insisted that Ethan stay with us—after all, this place belongs to him as much as it does to me—he refused, saying that I was the one who had truly contributed to the growth of Jackson Enterprises, even when things were at their most vulnerable.Still, I was persistent, and he eventually agreed to move into the flat just below my penthouse. He seems satisfied with that arrangement, and I’m happy to have him close.For the first time, this penthouse feels like home. Wynter, however, insists that we also spend time at the house she bought for herself. When I suggested renting it out, she outright refused, saying it held sentimental value for her. With no other option, we’ve made a habit of spending our weekends there. It’s a compromise, but one I don’t mind for
72. The Ultimate RevelationThird Person's POVTravis stood frozen, shock and dread coursing through him. Miller’s words had reopened wounds he had buried deep within himself. The realization of how close he had come to losing Wynter—the person he cherished most in the world—gripped him like a vice. If Miller hadn’t arrived in time, Wynter might have met the same fate as Denissa. The mere thought of it flashed vividly before his eyes, making his knees feel weak.Meanwhile, Sabrina had rushed to Wynter, pulling her into a protective embrace. Her hands moved swiftly over Wynter’s body, inspecting her from head to toe for any signs of injury. When she found none, she exhaled in relief, her grip on Wynter tightening for a moment as if to reassure herself that she was unharmed."Mama Iris, where’s Storm?" Wynter asked, her voice trembling but steady enough to break the silence."He’s safe, sweetheart," Sabrina reassured her. "Harris is with him, waiting for you to come back."Wynter nodded
71. SavedThird Person's POVA piercing gunshot echoed through the air, making Wynter and Shadrach scream in fear.Wynter instinctively shut her eyes, bracing for the searing pain she was certain would come, expecting her soul to quit her body at any moment. But the impact never came. Confused, she slowly opened her eyes, her heart pounding. Another scream—this one agonizing—rang out, followed by a second gunshot.Her mind raced. Was the danger closing in on her and Shadrach? Or was it happening elsewhere, through the phone? The uncertainty was maddening.Both Wynter and Shadrach opened their eyes simultaneously, relief washing over them when they saw each other unharmed. The chaos around them was overwhelming, but one thing became clear: Sean, who had been holding a gun, now clutched his hand, blood pouring from it. His shoulder had also taken a hit, rendering him incapacitated.While Wynter tried to steady herself, Shadrach assessed the situation. Men surrounded him, guns drawn and
70. Fighting For LoveThird Person's POVWhen Shadrach learned of Wynter’s kidnapping, his first suspicion fell on his uncles. No one else harbored the grudge or the resources to hurt her this way. Deep down, he knew this wasn’t just about her—it was their attempt to exact revenge on him.He felt a crushing wave of shame. Not once, but twice, he had failed to protect Wynter. And for that, he vowed to make things right, no matter the cost.Shadrach began heading out of the clinic when Travis intercepted him."Shadrach!" Travis called, stepping in front of him. "Where are you going?"Shadrach’s eyes burned with determination. "I know where I need to go, and I promise you this—when I come back, Wynter will be with me."He turned to Sabrina, his voice softening. "Mrs. King, I don’t even need to say this, but please take care of Storm while I’m gone."Sabrina nodded silently, holding back tears.Without waiting for a reply, Shadrach strode out, heading to his car. He started the engine wit
69. Old EnemiesWynter's POVWhen I opened my eyes, I found myself tied to a chair. My hands and legs were bound tightly, and my mouth was gagged, making it impossible to speak.I tried to piece together what had happened. The phone call with Ethan... the men barging into the clinic... being dragged out at gunpoint. I remembered trying to resist, only to be struck with the barrel of a gun, everything going black after that.Now, I was here, in complete darkness, unable to make out my surroundings. I tried to scream, but the gag muffled any sound I made.My eyes adjusted to the dim light and wandered toward the darkest corner of the room. I squinted, focusing hard. Someone was seated there, in the shadows. I couldn’t make out their face or even discern if it was a man or a woman.Then, the figure stood and began walking toward me. The sound of their shoes clicking against the floor echoed in the silence, sending a chill down my spine. I squinted harder, and when they stepped into the f
68. KidnappedShadrach's POV"Thank you, Mr. King. I really owe you for this one," I said earnestly over the phone, my voice thick with gratitude.Mr. King had just forwarded the proof I desperately needed to confirm my suspicions. My uncles were behind my parents’ murder. I hadn’t expected him to uncover the truth so quickly, but the detailed statements he had sent via email were undeniable.He explained that he had used his connections in Chicago to pressure the burglars, who were serving life sentences for the crime. Originally, they had claimed the murders were accidental—that they’d entered our home for a robbery and killed my family when confronted. But under Mr. King’s pressure, they admitted the truth: my uncles had bribed them to carry out the killings."As long as my daughter is happy with you, you don’t owe me anything," Mr. King replied in his deep, authoritative voice. Yet, beneath his calm tone, there was an unspoken warning that sent a chill through me."I promise I wil
67. Back To ManhattanOn their way back to Manhattan, Wynter couldn’t stop marveling at her engagement ring. She kept stealing glances at it, her eyes sparkling with excitement.“Mama Iris is going to be so shocked!” Wynter exclaimed as they passed through the bustling streets of the city.Shadrach, focused on the road, glanced at her and smiled warmly. “Maybe that’s the kind of shock your father needs to reassure him that I don’t plan on leaving your side anytime soon,” he chuckled.Wynter turned to him, curiosity brimming in her eyes. “Speaking of Dad, how did your meeting with him go? What did he say? I know he can be... intimidating.” Her words came out in a rush, barely giving her time to breathe.“Breathe, Griz. Take it easy,” Shadrach laughed. “I won’t lie, though—your dad is very intimidating. He’s got this aura, like he’s some mafia boss and not a CEO. Are you sure he’s not into something... shady?” He teased, though his tone carried genuine intrigue.Wynter let out a small l