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Worst Fear 114

Worst Fear 114

Chapter 114 

Mason 

I got them,” my words are slow. You too?She nodded, staring intently at the picture and then zooming in

What’s going on?Marcus asked, directing his question to Lydia, but his eyes remained fixed on me

A don’t care about his glare. What’s more important to me is getting this reporter. Let’s go talk about this. I’m sure we can fix it.I said

Lydia, what’s wrong?” 

Lydia raised her head, extending the phone towards me. Something came up earlier regarding the twins.” 

What came up? Are the twins in danger?Genuine worry flooded Marcus’s eyes. He truly cares for them. But that doesn’t move me; in fact, I am tempted to tell him he has no reason to care so deeply for them anymore. I’m here now

No need. Lydia and I can take care of it.Surely he knows the twins are mine. Marcus furrowed his brow, Why would you?He paused as if he had just realised

Did you?Lydia nodded without allowing him to finish. I was going to tell you today.She said, gripping her purse a little too tightly

Marcus smiled, if he was pissed or disappointed in Lydia, he didn’t show it. Let’s go.I grabbed Lydia by the hand. We don’t have another minute to waste

Marcus held my arm, stopping me from pulling her. She’ll come with me.He said

No. You aren’t coming with us. I want to speak to her in private.” 

Don’t worry, you can say anything in Marcus’s presence. I trust him,” I gritted my teeth when she said this. I drew in a deep breath, trying to steady my raging heart

Because you trust him doesn’t mean I do too,I said. I don’t know him, and right now, I’m suspicious of everyone.Lignored Marcus’s face and focused on Lydia

I’ll call you later. I’m sorry I have to cancel the plans.our kids are more important, so she would cancel her plans with Marcus

We walked towards my car, which was parked at a distance, without speaking

Lydia’s POV 

Mason walked in front of me and opened the door, I stepped in, muttering thanks under my breath. I watched him walk around and open the 

door before sitting behind the steering wheel

He ignited the engine, one hand wrapped around the steering wheel

Oh, thank you.His voice was soft and warm. As he drove off, I looked to where we had been standing a while ago to see Marcus still 

standing in front of his car

If not because of my twins, I wouldn’t be doing this

So, where are we going?I asked

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We have to meet with the reporter.He replied. You found him?” 

Yes. Mr. Hale from KDS news.He said, and told me all he knows about the man. I am not surprised that he is a blackmailer. I would have questions if he weren’t

You arranged a meeting with him?The rain started to drizzle. The sound of the engine mixed with the thunder that cut through the sky

I won’t necessarily say arranged since he has no idea we are coming.He turned to me at that point and held my eyes briefly before 

returning them to the road in front of him

When did you get the pictures?He asked, taking a turn and driving into another lane

Before you came. I got just one from the school.I replied

And you were not going to show me?He sounded disappointed. I should be the one sounding disappointed because it was he who broke his promise

Not after your fiancée showed up.” 

My exfiancée.He corrected

I don’t care. She showed up with a photo, too.” I closed my eyes, trying to wipe the image of her in my office out of my head

I fist my hand at my side, now questioning my decision to let her go without much drama

We don’t say anything for the rest of the ride. The pitterpatter sound of rain enveloped our silence

Mason pulled the car to a stop in front of a big black gate. After a few seconds, the gate opened and he drove in. There was a building at the end of the drive lane with an inscription at the top. The closer we got, the clearer the inscription became

Landis Hotel and suit.” 

What are we doing here?I asked my senses to be heightened. He said we were going to Mr. Hale. How did we end up in a hotel

This is where he is currently.He explained calmly. We didn’t get out of the car; instead, with his hand still on the steering wheel, he began looking around

What are you looking for? Aren’t we going in?I questioned, my eyes fixed on him

We will shortly,He said, straightening and pulling out his phone from his pocket

He scrolled on it before dialling someone’s number. Daniel.The phone was on speaker. 

Yes, boss.” 

Did you get the requested permission?” 

Yes, boss. Mr. Hale is still in room 56. He has company now, a young lady named Martha in her twenties.” 

They spoke about other things related to Mr. Hale before he ended the call

Let’s go,Mason said after we stepped down. He walked over to my side and entwined our hands together. He pulled me forward, hurrying so we wouldn’t get drenched by the rain

Well, that didn’t stop the front of my clothes from hugging my body and outlining my bra. It had to be the day I wore a lace bra, now my titts were pressing against my bra, desperate to be free

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Thugged myself. Lifting my head, I caught Mason staring at my chest. He swallowed, then suddenly began taking off his jacket. He draped it. around my shoulder

I don’t need it.” I said, trying to remove the jacket, Keep it on. We don’t want you getting a cold.” Reluctantly, I kept it on. The jacket was a bit wet, but not as bad as my dress. It carried his smell

A man in blue pants and a white top with a name tag pinned on his chest walked towards us with a smile, You must be Mr. WoodsHe bowed slightly, I’ll take you to Mr. Hale.” 

We walked behind him and got into an elevator

We walked down a hallway after stepping out of the elevator. The man named Thompson stopped in front of a door with the number 56 on it. This is his room.” We heard distant mutterings and whispers, followed by a girl’s laugh

After he left, Mason and I stood there for a while before he knocked. There was no response at first, and Mason knocked again

The mummering stopped. We didn’t call for room service.A man’s voice responded from inside

Mason knocked again, harder this time. We heard footsteps, which got clearer with each second. Soon, the door opened, and a blonde man peeped out of the door, standing between the door with most of his body inside the room

We didn’t call forHis eyes widened when he recognised us, and he straightened. He pushed the door forward, trying to close it, but Mason didn’t give him that chance. With one push, the door flung open fully

The girl screamed and wrapped her naked body with a duvet

What.. are you doing here?The man asked, his voice shaking

I’m glad you do recognise us. I was beginning to worry about the introduction.Mason began. You know why we are here, right?” 

He shook his head and stood, What are you here? I don’t remember inviting you.He tried to sound bold, but his shaky voice and trembling 

hands, which he tried to keep still, gave him away

When he sent the photos, it was clear he never expected to be confronted. How did you get those photos? How long have you been stalking 

us?” 

I have no idea what you are talking about, Miss. Alyssa.” 

Oh, but you know my name.” 

Of course, everyone knows you.” He walked to the bed and sat on the edge. The brunette moved towards him and wrapped her hand 

around him. I almost felt pity for her as she shook while holding him

Snap

I shifted my gaze to Mason, who had his phone up

Mr. Hale peeled away from the lady immediately. His eyes widened. What are you doing?He questioned Mason

I think your wife would be pleased to have this.” 

Wait what? He has a wife

Mr. Hale leapt off the bed and was in front of Mason in a heartbeat, No, please, not my wife.Mason ignored him and simply tucked the phone in his pocket

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Then, are you ready to start speaking?” 

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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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