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Worst Fear 97

Worst Fear 97

Chapter 97 

Mason 

I know it’s not my place to ask, but..he paused and inhaled sharply, You are engaged, what happens when Miss Brooks agrees to return your affection? Would you keep her as a mistress or break off your engagement?” 

His question was followed by a deafening silence between us. He looked back at me with the same intensity

I didn’t get the chance to give him a reply. The elevator dinged, and immediately, I stepped out. Julia’s face came into view

Mason.She called out

I began walking after we stepped out. You promised to change the PIN back to the one it was before.I did? She pouted her lips. Maybe she was trying to act cute, but it just didn’t suit her

I forgot.” 

Daniel went in front of us and punched the PIN. The door opened

At least tell me what the new PIN is. I think I’m the only one who doesn’t know it here.She complained

How is she unable to read between the lines? If I didn’t tell her the PIN to my apartment, isn’t it clear that it is because I do not want her to know

Why are you here?The heater had been turned on, and the room was warm enough for me to take off my suit

I threw it on the chair and tugged on my tie. Daniel was standing on the side. He wanted to stay with me for a while, but with Julia here, that would be impossible

HmmI would unmhe paused

You can go wait in the study,” I said

I returned my attention to Julia

Do I need a reason to be here?She asked, crossing her hands over her chest. I began walking towards the stairs, and she followed 

suit

From the looks of things, she was here to pick a fight, and I do not have the energy to keep up with her. Not today

Yes. This is my personal space.” 

What’s yours is mine.She said, from behind me, And what’s mine is yours.” 

No.I started matteroffact. What’s mine is mine. You can keep yours.I didn’t hear her voice behind me

But you brought Lydia to your personal space.I paused and turned to see her standing in front of Lydia’s room, pur old room

That wasI paused and sighed internally. Has she always been this hard to deal with

That wasI mean, there was a reason for that.She didn’t reply for a second. Her eyes were fixated on the door

“I want to see what’s in this room.” 

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I squinted, and then rushed over as she tried to open it. Thank goodness the door was locked

You can’t.I stood in front of her. This room was Lydia’s and mine. No one is allowed to go inside, not even her

Why?She questioned

I don’t need to explain anything to you.” 

You do.She raised her finger in front of my face, I am your fiancée,” 

The door is locked, and I will sooner eat grass than hand the keys to her

You can’t go in.” I stepped away from the door and began towards my room

Why?She yelled from where she stood, stopping me in my tracks. Why can’t I go in? Because it holds memories of you and her?Her tone was accusatory

I turned to her, frustrated that she insisted on keeping this on, Yes. Because it holds memories of us and it’s not for just anyone to step into.” I walked away, leaving her standing. I began unbuttoning my shirt when she stepped into my room

Her eyes were misty

YouYou still love her, right?” I pushed my hand over my hair, suddenly regretting my earlier words

I do. But I can’t tell her that

You’re overreacting, Julia.” 

You didn’t answer my question.I didn’t answer her question because I can’t. I don’t want to lie to her, but the truth will hurt her, so I walked over to her and held her hand

I’m sorry I yelled at you,” I said, leaving her at the edge of my bed. I shouldn’t have.” 

I’m carrying your child, Mason.She stated

I know.” 

I’m not comfortable with Lydia. It makes me anxious whenever I think of her. Do you really need toShe paused

She released a breath, I read the news about the collaboration,she began, and I removed my hand from hers

What collaboration?I asked even though I knew exactly what she was talking about. She leaned into me and placed my hand on her stomach

The one with Lydia. I do not like the fact that she called her Lydia. Only those who knew her get to call her that. Julia didn’t know her, so it would be better if she stuck to calling her Alissa like the others

What about it?” If she noticed the irritation in my voice, she chose to ignore it

Will you be doing it?Would I have signed it if I weren’t doing it? She drew circles around my chest with her fingers, and I felt my skin curl up in disgust

What’s

your point?I asked.” 

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You already know this, but I’m not comfortable with you and Lydia working together. It’s already enough that you have to see Ber most of the time, I can’t stand you two being together all the time,” 

So what do you suggest?I held her by the shoulders and peeled her away from me. Keeping her at arm’s length, I adjusted on the bed so we’ll be facing each other

She had a small smile on her lips. Can you let this contract go?” 

I scoffed, Just this one. I met Lydia today and sheher words trailed off. She shook her head, It’s not as though I don’t trust you. I just don’t trust her.” 

You want me to pull out of the collaboration because of your insecurities?My voice was sharp

What I mean is that I’m sure something better would come later on. I can speak to my dad and he would help you get a better contract.I stood and walked to the closet

I picked out a shirt and wore it over my head. What do you say?she asked

Are you even listening to yourself right now?I snapped at her. A low laugh reverberated from my throat. She’ll speak to her dad? That didn’t sit well with me

She looked hurt as she rose to her feet

If you aren’t comfortable with me working with Lydia, that’s your problem to deal with. Not mine.I walked to the door

I’m going out. Daniel would drop you off.” 

I’ll just leave tomorrow.” 

No. Daniel. Will, Drop. You. OffI emphasised every word

Julia’s phone rang when we stepped out. She placed the phone on speaker. I walked behind her

Hey, Dad!She tried to make her voice cheerful, but she didn’t do a good job. My words must have hurt her. But right now I didn’t 

care

Julia, come over at this moment! You spent over 200 billion dollars, for what?” 

She removed the call from the speaker and walked further away from us

I had one destination in mind as I pressed the accelerator

Mr. Johnson has been ignoring my calls and texts. It was either that he had been too busy, as his secretary said whenever I tried to book an appointment, or that he was avoiding me

I suspected the latter. There was no need to become busy after the text he sent to me. This visit was an unexpected one, I didn’t call or text to try to arrange for a meeting with Him because I know I’ll be met with an excuse from his se 

I had forgotten to take an umbrella, but was glad it was now drizzling, so I could easily walk through it

My shoes clicked loudly on the tilted floor as I walked into the reception

The secretary froze briefly when she saw me. Is Mr. Johnson in?I ignored the greeting she said

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Well, heher gaze flickers to the door, then back at me, He stepped out a while ago.” 

The door pushed open at that moment, and Mr. Johnson stepped out. He held a phone pressed against his ear, I’ll be with you shortlyyes, 1-he paused, his eyes widening when he saw me

He looked between me and his secretary, who was now red as a tomato and unable to meet my eyes

I’ll call you back.” He ended the call and gave me his full attention

Hello! Mr. Woods, I didn’t realise you were coming.” 

You’ve been doing a good job of ignoring and avoiding my calls,I said as I followed him into 

I have no reason to.” 

What did you find out?Lasked not bothering with trying to prove that he was a liar

his office

Miss Lydia lost her pregnancy during the fire incident, and she was in a coma for over three years.” 

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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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