บททั้งหมดของ Blinded Dreams : บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

60. Family Dinner"So, Shadrach, where have you been all these years?" Travis asked, leaning back in his chair while they waited for dinner. His gaze was sharp, betraying his lingering doubts. "And why did you stage your own death when there was absolutely no need for it?"Shadrach exhaled deeply, setting his glass down. "I had to, Mr. King. I had a target on my head. For over two years, I was in recovery, trying to heal from everything that happened. When I returned, my priority was taking over my father’s business, which had fallen into chaos. That set off a chain of events I couldn’t ignore."He glanced around the table. "If you’ll allow me, I’d like to explain everything from the beginning. Maybe that will help you understand why I did what I did."Travis frowned but motioned for him to continue. Shadrach explained the complexities of his family’s situation—his father's enemies, the dangers that followed him, and the necessity of disappearing to protect himself and those he cared

62. A Warm BathWhen Wynter woke up, she found herself wrapped in a secure, warm grip. Turning slightly, she saw Shadrach still fast asleep, his chest rising and falling rhythmically. She tried to slip out of his embrace, but he stirred, mumbling something she couldn’t quite make out.A soft smile spread across her lips. Slowly and carefully, she managed to free herself without waking him. She went to the wardrobe and grabbed a white shirt to cover herself. It was oversized, the sleeves almost covering her hands, but it was comfortable—and, she had to admit, she looked adorable in it.Now that the morning light seeped gently through the blinds, she had the chance to truly take in the room’s details. The architecture was stunning, blending simplicity with a royal touch that perfectly complemented the elegance of the house. Her gaze wandered to a door leading to the balcony, and though she hesitated to disturb the peaceful atmosphere, her curiosity won.She pulled the blinds open and st

64. Vacation; Day-2Third Person's POVAfter spending a peaceful day at Wynter's grandparents’ house—where she and Shadrach had the entire place to themselves—the next morning, they visited the cemetery to pay their respects to Sabrina’s parents. It was a solemn moment, offering prayers and reflecting on the past.On their way back, Wynter turned to Shadrach with a curious expression. "Do you know where your parents were buried?" She asked softly, aware that it might be a sensitive topic.Shadrach’s face tensed for a moment, but he answered. "Yes, they’re buried here in Chicago. And if you’re about to suggest we visit them... I’m not up for that," he stated firmly, his voice leaving no room for argument.Wynter nodded, respecting his boundaries. "I understand. I was just curious," she said gently. After a pause, she added, "But I hope that one day you’ll feel ready to visit them. I’m sure it’ll bring you some peace, feeling their presence again."Shadrach sighed, his gaze fixed ahead.

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

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