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Worst Fear 23

Worst Fear 23

Chapter 23 

Mason 

Today was finally the day of Kavas Corporation’s new launch. 

The moment I had been waiting for. 

For weeks, this company had been slowly creeping into my territory, taking deals that should have been mine. And the worst part? No one even knew who was behind it. 

After everything, Alissa Brooks would be attending. She was a ghost. No pictures. No interviews. No public appearances. Until now. 

There was no way she would miss her launch. And I was going to be there. “Are you sure this is a good idea?” Julia asked as we pulled up to the venue. 

I didn’t look at her. “I’m not here for fun, Julia.” She sighed, crossing her arms. “I know that. But showing up without an official invite? That’s a little desperate, don’t you think?” 

I clenched my jaw. 

Desperate? 

No. 

I was here to see Alissa Brooks, to negotiate a deal, to settle things before they got worse. This wasn’t about desperation. This was about business. 

The driver pulled up to the entrance, and I stepped out, adjusting my suit. Julia followed, slipping her arm through mine. I barely noticed. 

All my focus was on the massive security setup at the entrance. Two large guards stood at the doors, and next to them, a high-tech scanner. As we approached, one of the guards stepped forward. 

‘Invitation?” 

I narrowed my eyes. “Excuse me?” 

‘Invitation,” he repeated as if I were a nobody. “This is an invite-only event.” I let out a slow breath. “Do you know who I 

im?” 

The guard didn’t even blink. “Yes, Mr. Woods. But without an invite from the CEO, we can’t let you in.” Julia tightened her grip on my arm. 

“This is ridiculous,” she muttered. I was about to argue when I noticed a couple walking past us. They pulled out their phones, scanned a QR code at the scanner, and were immediately granted access. 

No questions asked. No embarrassment. Just a simple scan, and in they went. 

I clenched my fists, how come I didn’t get an invite? I had never been treated like this before. I am Mason Woods. I don’t need an official invite to an industry event, it’s absurd. 

And yet, here I was. Stuck outside like some low-level businessman begging for scraps. I took a deep breath, forcing myself to stay calm. Losing my temper wouldn’t help. 

Julia turned to the guard. “Look, there must be some mistake. You’re telling me Mason Woods isn’t on the guest list?” The guard didn’t budge. “Not unless the CEO personally invited him.” 

Julia scoffed. “That’s absurd.” I was about to walk away, already planning on calling my lawyers, when Julia placed a hand on my chest. 

“Wait,” she said. “Let’s call Miss Brooks.” I exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand over my jaw. “You think she’ll answer?” 

“She might,” Julia said. “And if she doesn’t, the staff will. No way they want to risk offending you.” I looked at the guards again. 

They were professionals. They didn’t look the least bit concerned about upsetting me. That pissed me off even more. 

Julia turned to the security staff. “Call her. Let’s see what she says.” One of them hesitated before pulling out a phone. 

I watched, arms crossed, as he spoke into the receiver. A few seconds passed. Then a minute. 

The guard nodded, listening intently before turning back to me. “You may enter, Mr. Woods.” 

I didn’t move. I wasn’t stupid. Something wasn’t right. I glanced at Julia, who gave me a smug little smile. “Told you.” Still, I hesitated. 

I had never needed approval to enter an event before. And now, I had to wait for someone’s permission? The thought made my blood boil. 

But I had to bury my pride, at least for now, as I had no actual say in the matter. Soon, when this is all resolved, I’ll be sure to have a payback. Karma is always a bitch. 

The guard moved aside, gesturing toward the scanner. I rolled my shoulders, keeping my face blank as Julia and I walked in. The moment the doors opened, I was met with a crowd-a lot of influential people from all over the world. 

There was soft music playing and a lot of chatter, too. Whoever Alissa Brooks was, she was filthy rich to have such connections. The venue was massive, filled with business elites, investors, and media personnel. 

Even people who, not too long ago, would have been here for me. But tonight, they were here for someone else. Kavas Corporation had stolen the spotlight. And I was honestly growing more and more jealous of my business rival. 

I squared my shoulders, adjusting my cufflinks. Julia leaned in. “Still think coming here was a bad idea?” I didn’t answer. 

Because now that I was inside, I had only one thought in mind. Finding Alissa Brooks. 

After looking around for a while I figured that she wasn’t in the crowd. But as expected, she would have to be the one to announce the launch, so I’d just have to wait till the moment she does. 

The event was in full swing, and I was doing what I did best-networking. Or at least, I was trying to. Julia, on the other hand, was enjoying every second of it. 

She clung to my arm, smiling sweetly as she chatted with the business elites, laughing at their jokes, and answering their questions as if she had been preparing for this moment her whole life. 

I kept my face neutral, nodding where necessary, but I wasn’t listening. My focus was elsewhere. I needed to make sure that if Alissa Brooks was in this crowd, I was the first to get in touch with her. 

I needed to put a face to the name. 

But for now, I had to play along. “So, Mr. Woods,” a man in a tailored navy-blue suit said, swirling the wine in his glass. “Rumor has it there might be wedding bells soon. Should we be expecting an official announcement?” Julia’s grip on my arm 

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tightened. 

She let out a small, delighted laugh, tilting her head coyly. “Oh, I don’t know. You’ll have to ask Mason that.” She was blushing, but I couldn’t help it; I clenched my jaw. 

This was exactly the kind of thing I didn’t want to deal with tonight. “Is that true, Mr Woods?” another man chimed in. “Are you finally settling down again?” 

There was an expectant silence as everyone waited for my answer. Julia was practically glowing, her fingers lightly tracing circles on my sleeve as she leaned into me. 

I resisted the urge to sigh. “We’re taking things slow,” I said simply. Julia giggled. “Mason likes to keep things private.” 

“Ah,” the first man smirked. “But surely, a wedding would be a public affair? I mean, your mother, Victoria, has been quite vocal about an alliance.” 

I barely contained my irritation. 

My mother. 

She had been pushing this marriage from the very beginning, and now, thanks to her, it seemed the entire business world was waiting for me to put a ring on Julia’s finger. 

Julia just smiled, clearly enjoying the attention. Before anyone could say more, the conversation shifted. 

“Speaking of secrets,” a woman in a red dress interjected; I immediately stared at her, wondering if she was Alissa Brooks. After a while, I recognized her, Miss Flin. Heiress of Chin Enterprises. “What do you all think of this mysterious Alissa Brooks?” 

Finally, a topic I cared about. “Oh, that woman,” someone scoffed. “Hiding behind anonymity. What’s she afraid of?” 

“Maybe she’s ugly,” a man joked, chuckling into his glass. “So ugly she doesn’t want to be seen.” A few people laughed, but others looked thoughtful. 

“Or,” another voice chimed in, “maybe she’s so beautiful that one look at her would ruin us all.” The group but I remained silent. Alissa Brooks had been playing this anonymous game for too long. 

chuckled again, 

And now, she had the entire business world wrapped around her finger. I was about to speak when a hush fell over the room. The event was officially starting. 

The chairman of the occasion stepped up to the podium, clearing his throat. I watched, my fingers tapping against my glass as he gave his speech, talking about innovation, competition, and the bright future ahead. 

But none of that mattered to me. 

The real moment was coming. 

The moment everyone had been waiting for. 

“The CEO of Kavas Corporation will now come forward to announce the launch,” the chairman announced. 

It suddenly felt like everyone in the room was holding their breath. I could feel the curiosity and eagerness as everyone wanted to know who she was. 

And then, they said her name, “Miss Alissa Brooks.” The crowd turned as she stepped onto the stage. My breath stopped as I stared at a face I hadn’t seen in over five years. 

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My grip on my glass tightened. 

No. 

No, it couldn’t be. 

But it was. 

Lydia. 

My ex-wife. 

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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