Blurb
Wynter Grizelle King, a billionaire, defies her parents' expectations and chooses to pursue her lifelong dream of becoming a veterinarian instead of inheriting the family business. Despite losing her birth mother in a tragic accident, Wynter finds love and support from her stepmother, Sabrina, who raises her alongside her half-brothers.
Despite her intelligence, Wynter falls victim to a manipulative man who only uses her for her body and abandons her when she becomes pregnant. With regrets about not heeding her parents' warnings about this man, Wynter considers aborting the child but ultimately decides to raise the baby alone.
As Wynter navigates the challenges of single motherhood, she encounters new possibilities for love and happiness. But what if the man she falls for is blind? Will she take a chance on him despite the added complications of her pregnancy and past heartbreak?
As Wynter's story unfolds, she must also confront the demons of her past, including a potential threat from a former lover with a dark agenda. Will she find the strength to forgive and move on? And ultimately, whom will she choose: the father of her child, or the man who has loved her unconditionally, especially without seeing her?
In "Blinded Dreams," love shines as the only light in the darkness, and the heart sees all. Join us on a journey of twists and turns, where the boundaries of love are limitless and a blind man's perspective offers a unique window into the story's emotional depths
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _"I will give you all the happiness you deserve, and I will never let tears fall from this eyes," he said as he kissed my cheek."But I can't; I've been broken once, and I can't become a fool again," I murmured as I backed away from him.If I stayed near him I am confident that I will succumb to the temptation that I have been fighting since the beginning."Griz, I swear I will never hurt you in my life. Take as much time as you like, but don't push me away from you," he added, taking my hands in his."I'm not sure what to say; I'm terrified of everyone around me; what if history repeats itself?" I inquired about him."I understand, my Kitten," he replied as he backed away, seeming guilty and offended by my comments. "I don't want you to be stressed out by thinking about the past. Take your time, and even if you deny me, I guarantee I will understand and never cross your path again." He smiled as he opened the door.He came to a halt and turned around. "Sorry if I scared you or made you feel uncomfortable; it was never my aim to overstep my boundaries. I know my limit and would never cross it. I was only joking, thinking we were all done with the phase. I assumed you'd trust me, and believe me, I'm not a pervert; all I did was make a friendly joke." He maintained his point of view and went away without listening to my response.Was I correct in my judgment, or should I have trusted him with this?_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ "Daddy," I was surprised to hear my son address someone as his father.I knew who it was, but I wanted to deny it and pretend he had misunderstood me.The optimism that had died inside reawakened, and I turned around to see if it was really him, and to my utter surprise, he was standing there with a redhead in his arms, securely holding her closer to him.My son was going to run up to him when I stopped him and took his hand in mine."Cupcake, don't go there," I told him."But Daddy is still standing there," he grumbled."Please, baby, listen to mommy because I'm going to buy that robot you've been asking for" I wanted to see his reaction. Will he recognize us, will he sense our presence, or will he deny our presence? This is why I was preventing my son from running to him.What if he doesn't recognize him and stomps on him?He began approaching towards us, and as if my concerns had come true, he went directly through us, not giving us a second glance, as if we didn't exist at all._ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _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