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Bound by Deception
Bound by Deception
Author: Haleemah

Chapter One: The Collapse

Author: Haleemah
last update publish date: 2026-08-01 19:05:41

Nadia was washing dishes when she heard the crash.

She dropped the plate in the sink and ran to the living room. Her mother was on the floor, one hand clutching her chest, her face pale and covered in sweat.

"Mom!" Nadia dropped to her knees beside her. "Mom, can you hear me?"

Her mother's eyes fluttered open, but she couldn't speak. Her lips were moving, but no sound came out.

Nadia grabbed her phone with shaking hands and called for an ambulance. The next few minutes felt like hours. She kept talking to her mother the whole time, telling her to hold on, telling her help was coming, even though she had no idea if her mother could hear her at all.

The hospital waiting room was cold and too bright. Nadia sat with her knees pulled up to her chest, still wearing her house slippers, still in the same clothes she'd had on when she was washing dishes hours ago.

The days that followed blurred together. Scans. Blood tests. More scans. A parade of specialists who spoke to each other in low voices just outside her mother's room, like Nadia wasn't supposed to notice.

On the fourth day, Dr. Whitmore finally sat her down.

"The tests confirm what we suspected," he said. "Your mother has a rare heart condition. It's aggressive, and it's not something we can manage with standard treatment alone. There's a newer procedure that's shown strong results in cases like hers, but it isn't covered by insurance."

"How much?"

He told her the number.

Nadia felt the floor tilt under her. "There has to be a payment plan. Something."

"I'd encourage you to look into your options quickly," he said gently. "Cases like your mother's don't leave much time to wait."

Nadia didn't sleep that night. She sat at the kitchen table with her laptop open, staring at her bank balance like it might change if she looked at it long enough. It didn't. She had less than a thousand dollars to her name, most of it already promised to rent.

She called Marcus at eleven at night, swallowing her pride along with the shame of needing anything from him at all.

"I need help," she said, before he could even finish saying hello. "My mom's sick. It's serious. I wouldn't ask if—"

"Nadia." His voice had that careful, distant tone she remembered too well from the end. "I can't. Things are complicated right now, you know that. I'm sorry."

He hung up before she could respond. She sat there holding the phone for a long moment, then set it down and told herself she hadn't expected anything different.

The loan application took longer. She filled it out carefully, honestly, attaching every pay stub from the diner she could find. The rejection email came back two days later, polite and final: insufficient income, insufficient collateral.

By the end of the week, she had run out of anyone left to ask.

Her mother was sitting up in bed when Nadia came in that evening, looking stronger than she had in days, though the machines still beeped steadily beside her.

"You look exhausted," her mother said.

"I'm fine." Nadia sat down and took her hand. "I'm still trying to figure things out."

Her mother was quiet for a moment, studying her daughter's face. "There might be a way. I don't like it. But I don't see another option left."

"What is it?"

"A friend of mine, Mrs. Calloway. She knows a very wealthy family. Their son needs to get married — not for love, just for business reasons, family reasons. A contract. A few years, and in return, more money than either of us has ever seen. Enough for my treatment. Enough for you to actually live, for once, instead of just surviving."

Nadia stared at her mother. "You want me to marry a stranger."

"I want you to save your own life too, not just mine. I know it sounds impossible. I know it's not what you dreamed of." Her mother's grip tightened. "But I've watched you try everything else this week. I know there's nothing left to try."

Nadia thought of her empty bank account, of Marcus's voice going cold and distant, of the rejection email still sitting unread in her inbox. Her mother was right. There was nothing left.

"Set it up," she said quietly. "I'll do it."

Her mother let out a breath, like she'd been holding it for days. "Thank you. You won't regret this, I promise."

Nadia wanted to believe her.

She had no way of knowing yet that the machines beside her mother's bed weren't the only thing lying to her that night — or that the promise her mother had just made was one she never intended to keep.

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