66. ProposalWynter stood frozen, her breath catching as she took in the stunning scene before her. Even in the broad daylight, the beauty of what Shadrach had created surpassed anything she could have imagined.Hanging from the palm trees were countless pictures of her and Shadrach, even some from the time before he regained his sight. Each photograph told a story—a piece of their journey together.The sand beneath her feet was soft and warm, but surrounding her were vibrant, colorful stones interspersed with delicate glass bottles. The bottles reflected the light, casting a magical glow across the scene. Shadrach had collaborated with the captain of the cruise and locals from a nearby island to orchestrate every detail. They had left earlier that afternoon, leaving the couple to enjoy this private moment.As the sun began its descent, the setting grew even more ethereal. The dim light from lanterns strung around the area added to the serene atmosphere. But what truly left Wynter spe
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
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
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
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
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
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
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 fo
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 fo
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
66. ProposalWynter stood frozen, her breath catching as she took in the stunning scene before her. Even in the broad daylight, the beauty of what Shadrach had created surpassed anything she could have imagined.Hanging from the palm trees were countless pictures of her and Shadrach, even some from the time before he regained his sight. Each photograph told a story—a piece of their journey together.The sand beneath her feet was soft and warm, but surrounding her were vibrant, colorful stones interspersed with delicate glass bottles. The bottles reflected the light, casting a magical glow across the scene. Shadrach had collaborated with the captain of the cruise and locals from a nearby island to orchestrate every detail. They had left earlier that afternoon, leaving the couple to enjoy this private moment.As the sun began its descent, the setting grew even more ethereal. The dim light from lanterns strung around the area added to the serene atmosphere. But what truly left Wynter spe
65. Island“Ah, finally! I was feeling so motion-sick while we were out on the ocean. It’s good to be back on solid ground,” Shadrach exclaimed as the cruise ship docked at the private island.“I couldn’t agree more,” Wynter said with a smile. “I missed the feel of land beneath my feet.”They made their way toward the private villa nestled in the heart of the island, surrounded by swaying palm trees that lent a fresh and serene atmosphere.Ruffling the sand with her sandals, Wynter led them inside the villa. She had arranged for locals from a nearby island to clean the space in advance, ensuring their stay would be comfortable and problem-free."So... we’re the only ones on this entire island?” Shadrach asked, raising an eyebrow.“Of course! That’s what a private island is all about,” Wynter replied matter-of-factly.“Oh, right,” Shadrach said, nodding. Then, with a mischievous grin, he added, “But doesn’t it feel a little unsettling? Just the two of us here? What if the water levels