DON'T DOUBT LOVE) loving you no matter what

MAYA'S POV

Mums "breathing was shallow, uneven. The machines beeped like a countdown.

"She was getting better," I whispered, gripping her cold hand. "Before all this."

The doctor's words echoed: "Stress worsens her condition."

I wanted to scream. Stress? Try betrayal. Try finding out the man you're falling for knew your mother was dying and still played games with her life.

Tahir stood in the doorway, his usual arrogance replaced by something worse—guilt.

"Get out," I said, voice cracking.

He didn't move. "Maya—"

"You knew!" The monitors spiked as I stood. "You knew about the medical bills, the property, everything—and you still—"

Mum"s weak grip stopped me. "Enough."

One word. And the fight drained out of me.

AISHA'S POV

I used to believe love could cure anything.

Then mums cough returned—worse this time. Blood speckled her handkerchief like rust.

"It's nothing," she lied, tucking it away fast.

But I saw the fear in her eyes. The same fear I felt when Ryder admitted the truth about the estate.

"We'll get the money," I promised, brushing her thinning hair.

She smiled. "You always fix things."

The lie between us was suffocating.

TAHIR'S POV

The hospital smelled like antiseptic and despair.

I'd seen Fatima Hassan in boardrooms, commanding respect. Now she looked small.

"You're the reason," Maya had accused.

She wasn't wrong.

My family's feud with hers had drained her mother's health along with her finances.

The doctor approached. "Payment is due by Friday."

I pulled out the deed. "Sell it."

His eyes widened. "This property is worth—"

"Just do it."

One debt settled. A thousand more to go.

RYDER'S POV

Aisha hadn't spoken to me in two days.

I watched her at Mama's bedside, counting pills into a chipped saucer. "These will help," she murmured.

They wouldn't.

I'd read the files. Stage four. No amount of money could fix that now.

But I couldn't tell her. Not when she still believed in miracles.

Not when I needed to believe in one too.