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Worst Fear 18

 

Chapter 18 

Mason 

“So, this is the designer bag I want. I could get it for myself, but I’d feel really special if someone else does.” 

“Is this even necessary?” I whisper to myself. I feel exhausted, barely following the conversation between me and Julia. Again, I was forced to come here. 

“Pardon? What did you say?” Julia asks me, I throw my face away to avoid answering her question. She looks at me with displeasure and then smiles. 

Somewhere in the bustling city of New York, in a well-established restaurant, the aesthetics are one of a kind, and sitting in front of me is Julia. Mother’s choice, well, she had been mother’s choice for a very long time, as long as five years. 

Five years ago… A distant memory pulled itself up from the depths of my mind. I tried to dismiss it, but it was too late. I can’t forget her no matter how much I try; it’s been a little more than five years since she betrayed my trust, killed my stepfather, and died. 

She probably deserved to be burnt to death. But then again, she had completely made me see women in a different light. 

Julia had been saying something that I wasn’t aware of. 

“It costs five hundred thousand, you think you can get that for me?” She asks. 

I give her a stink eye and face the Martini in front of me. I drop an ice cube inside, twirl it around, and have a sip. The familiar scent and taste bring a certain warmth, spreading through my body. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Julia seems aggravated. 

“Why would I randomly spend half a million on you? To what benefit?” I ask her, although she is my mother’s choice, I detest Julia. For five years, we’ve been supposedly dating, but I couldn’t give a barren fuck about her. 

She was different from Lydia… No! She’s a murderer. 

“Well, that’s fine. Another man promised to get it for me, so it doesn’t matter what you think,” she said proudly. It was probably an attempt to make me jealous. 

Pathetic! 

I should stop going on these dates with Julia; it’s an absolute waste of my time. I need to find someone else, I sigh. I’m not getting any younger. Mother wants grandchildren, so she’s pushing so hard to get me into a relationship. 

“Well, I’m glad that you have someone to afford that expense for you. I also hope he takes you out on dates and what not…” I take a sip of my whiskey once more. I really should look for an excuse to leave this damnable woman. 

“Excuse me?” Her tone suddenly changed. 

“Is that what you think about me? Is that how you’re going to react to your woman being taken by another man?” 

Ooh boy! What a bother. 

“Do you always have to be such an asshole Mason? You couldn’t even show the slightest bit of care or….” 

My phone rang out, cutting whatever she was saying short. I reached out happily and picked it up; hopefully, it was something related to the company. 

Chapter 18 

Ooh, please, Daniel better have something useful to pull me away from here. 

“Hey, I’m still talking; no business calls, remember?” Julia calls out, but I ignore her. 

“Daniel. Talk to me,” I say. 

“Hey, Boss, are you done with your date already? That was fast,” he asked. Daniel knew most of my plans for the day; he had, in fact, arranged this place for us. 

“More or less.” I lied. 

“So tell me, what’s the matter?” I ask him. Daniel hesitates for a bit. That’s never a good sign. 

“I think it’s better if you see this by yourself,” he says finally; I stand up in a panic. 

“Does it have something to do with our stocks? Or leverage over the economy?” I probe further. 

“Well, yes and no.” 

“Daniel. Give me context; I’m already on my way. What is the damn problem?” I ask, getting slightly annoyed. But there’s a pause over on the line. Then he speaks up. 

“Have you heard of a new company called. Kavas?” He asks. I let out a sigh of relief; thankfully, it wasn’t what I thought. The worst case scenario was that someone was buying our stocks and selling them at first cheap or something equivalent to that. 

“Is that the problem? You really had me on my toes, Daniel,” I say, sitting down and taking a sip of my Martini, finishing the glass at a go. I look at Julia; she’s still unhappy with me, and her hands are folded like that of a child’s; I immediately know I’m going to get an ear full of complaints from my mother. 

“Well, that Kavas company has completely taken over fifty percent of our services, networks, and customers…” 

I stop whatever I’m doing midway, my widening in shock, I knock the chair down as I end up running to my car. This is insanity. I hear Julia trying to call me back in a rush, but I couldn’t give a damn. 

“Fifty percent?” I shout 

“Fifty percent!” Daniel confirms. 

What the fuck? 

I rush into my car, start the engine, and begin driving down to my office. 

“Daniel, find everything you can about this company, its origin, motives, goals, sponsors, shareholders. Every damn thing.” I breathed out loudly, “And call for a meeting with the board of directors.” I cut the call. Driving as fast as I possibly can without getting the attention of the cops. 

A few minutes later, I arrive at the office and find my way up to the meeting room, where all the directors are gathered. 

“Give me an update. Who is the CEO? Where did he come from?” I ask, taking a seat at the head of the table. 

“It’s a woman…”Daniel slid in from behind me. 

“Excuse me?” 

“The CEO is a woman, Boss,” Daniel repeated himself. 

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Chapter 18 

“Oohh.” That was certainly unexpected; one would expect the competition to be a man, but if it’s a woman, then that makes things easier. Maybe I should not threaten her, perhaps a negotiation of some sort. 

“And her origin?” I demand. 

Daniel shows me a black screen on his tablet. “We can’t find anything on her,” he says. 

“What the hell? What do you mean you can’t find anything on her? Use your resources, use the FBI, CIA, do something…” I 

cry out. 

“Including special government agencies isn’t a wise choice; we risk ourselves being invested for no due cause…” Daniel stands beside me. 

The other boards nod their heads and give their advice as well; I force myself to calm down. 

“Well, what’s the name of the CEO that was given out?” I ask hopefully. 

“Alissa Brooks,” Daniel says, “That’s the only information we have on her, her name. That’s it.” I bite my lips in frustration. Of all time for someone like her to just pull up. Incredibly bad timing, but not only that, she offers the same services as we do. 

What I need right now is not a rival company. 

“There’s another issue, Boss,” Daniel trails up to me. 

“What is it now? Has she done something so absurd again?” I ask tiredly; Daniel purses his lips and then nods his head. 

“The services that we’re about to launch next week? Well, they’re releasing the same services in two days and for twenty percent off the price that was going to sell it,” he had over the tablet. 

I read through the content and was eerily shocked. “What the hell! Just how much money does she have to throw around like this? It’s possible that she’s a paper company owned by another man or something of the sort,” I complained. 

But Daniel shook his head, taking me to a different tab on the tablet; he showed me the record of the Kavas company in Canada. For five years, they had done nothing but grow and grow, spreading their reach to more countries. 

I bang my head on the table in frustration. 

“Someone, please, some good news!”I cry out in frustration. 

“Here, Boss,” one of the directors slid his device towards me so that I could read the contents. I picked it up and read it, a smile forming on her face. 

“She’s set to come over for the release of her new product,” I smile. I slide back and look at Daniel. 

“Track her movements; tell me immediately when she lands and her exact location. At this moment, she’s our top priority, being able to give out our services, but for even cheaper, she could cripple our company or make us reduce our prices; we’ll lose millions of dollars if that ever happens,” I said to Daniel he nodded at me. 

“But what are you going to do when you see her?” He asks. 

I smile at him. “Why? We’ll just have tea.” 

 

Worst Fear

Worst Fear

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Status: Ongoing Type: Native Language: English
Worst Fear Synopsis : Worst Fear

Lydia’s world was already a crumbling ruin long before she collapsed on the cold, bleach-slick tiles of Westgate Prison. She had been serving her sentence with quiet endurance, forcing herself to survive each monotonous day. Cleaning floors, enduring the harsh routine, and trying to numb her thoughts had become her way of life. But as she gripped the mop handle, her body betrayed her — dizziness washed over her, and before she could steady herself, the world went black.

When she regained consciousness, Lydia found herself lying on a thin mattress in the prison hospital. The sterile smell of disinfectant filled her lungs, and her head ached violently. A familiar figure stood by her bedside — Nurse Gloria, a kind-hearted woman often whispered about by the inmates for her compassion. Lydia had never personally interacted with her before; she preferred keeping her distance from everyone. But this time, she had no choice.

Gloria spoke softly, her voice calm and motherly. “You fainted during your shift,” she explained. Lydia, groggy and disoriented, nodded faintly. Fainting wasn’t unusual for prisoners — malnutrition, exhaustion, and stress were daily realities in Westgate. But Gloria’s next words didn’t fit the routine explanation. She leaned in, her tone serious and almost secretive. “I ran some tests to see why you collapsed.”

Lydia’s brows furrowed. Tests? The nurse’s expression made her heart race. Something was wrong. And then Gloria said it — words that hit Lydia like a lightning strike.

“You’re three months pregnant.”

For a moment, Lydia’s world went silent. The walls, the lights, the nurse — everything faded into a blur of disbelief. Pregnant? That couldn’t be right. Her throat went dry as she tried to process the impossible. Three months. Her hands instinctively flew to her stomach, pressing against the rough fabric of her prison uniform. There was nothing — no bump, no sign of life — yet Gloria’s certainty left no room for denial.

Lydia’s first reaction was refusal. “No,” she whispered. Her voice trembled. “That can’t be right.” But Gloria simply nodded, her expression heavy with empathy. “It’s right, Lydia. I double-checked the results myself.”

The truth settled like a stone in Lydia’s gut. The symptoms she’d ignored — the morning dizziness, the fevers, the missed periods — suddenly made sense. Deep down, she knew this was no mistake. Panic clawed at her chest as she realized what this meant. Her past — the one she’d buried so carefully since the day she was arrested — came rushing back. The man she had loved, the night she had tried to forget, the betrayal that had shattered her life.

Tears burned in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall in front of Gloria. She couldn’t afford weakness here. Her voice was barely a whisper when she pleaded, “Please… you can’t tell anyone. No one can know about this.”

Gloria studied her for a long moment. Lydia could see the internal conflict behind the nurse’s eyes — between her duty to report and her compassion for the broken woman before her. Finally, Gloria sighed softly and nodded. “I won’t say a word,” she promised. Relief washed over Lydia like a wave, but it was fleeting. Gloria wasn’t finished. “But you have to promise me something too. You’ll come back for regular checkups. No skipping, no excuses. You and the baby need to be monitored. Do you understand?”

Lydia nodded mutely, emotion choking her voice. She didn’t trust herself to speak. The nurse gave her hand a gentle squeeze before stepping away to inform the guards that Lydia needed rest.

The walk back to her cell felt endless. Two guards flanked her on either side, but she barely noticed them. Her mind was spinning, replaying Gloria’s words over and over — three months pregnant. Each repetition felt like a hammer blow. She stumbled into her cell, collapsing onto the thin, creaky cot. The metal door slammed shut behind her, sealing her inside with the suffocating truth.

She stared at the ceiling for a long time before curling up on her side. Her trembling hands hovered over her stomach, fear twisting in her chest. She could barely keep herself alive in this place — how could she protect an unborn child? Westgate wasn’t meant for fragile things. It was a graveyard of hope, a place that crushed even the strongest spirits. What kind of life could she possibly give her baby behind these bars?

The tears she had fought earlier now spilled freely, sliding down her cheeks as silent sobs wracked her body. She wrapped her arms tightly around herself, as if she could shield the tiny life inside her from the cruelty of the world beyond her cell walls.

For the first time in years, Lydia prayed. Not for freedom, not for revenge — just for strength. For the chance to protect this unexpected child growing inside her.

As she turned her hand, the faint glint of her wedding band caught her eye. The ring mocked her, its shine a cruel reminder of the life she had lost. Three months ago, everything had been perfect — or so she thought. Her marriage had felt like a fairy tale. Even though her in-laws despised her, she had still believed love could conquer everything. Her husband had been her safe haven, her anchor.

Until the night everything fell apart.

The memory was sharp and unforgiving — flashing lights, police sirens, his face twisted in disgust as she was dragged away in handcuffs. The betrayal in his eyes had hurt worse than the accusation itself. That image haunted her still, burned into her mind like a scar that would never fade.

Now, lying in that cold, dim cell, Lydia finally understood how deep her despair ran. The baby inside her was both a curse and a fragile glimmer of hope. A connection to the man she once loved — and the life she could never return to.

As exhaustion finally claimed her, her last thoughts were of him — the man she’d once trusted more than anyone. His expression, full of hatred and disbelief, was the last thing she saw before the darkness took her again.

And for the first time, Lydia realized she wasn’t just a prisoner anymore. She was a mother — trapped in a place where love and life were luxuries no one could afford. But no matter what, she silently vowed: she would find a way to protect her baby, even if it meant fighting the entire world from behind these bars.

 

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