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Worst Fear 137

Worst Fear 137

Chapter 137 

Chapter 137 

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Dread rose to the pit of my stomach, and my breath heightened. When he took another step towards me, my already beating heart accelerated. I chewed the inside of my mouth and kept my eyes fixated on his every move

Pius, I’ll advise you to return your silly plans to the pit you dug them from. I am not known to be very forgiving.I said, trying to keep my voice firm, knowing he’d prey on my fear if I revealed. 

them

The light in the room reflected on his bald head. He paused, and for a moment, I let out a breath, then he raised a brow and asked, You know my name?A look of surprise was etched on his face

I let out a breath, relieved he wasn’t jumping on me. I told you, I am not someone you’d want to mess with. I can ruin you without lifting a finger.” Maybe it was the way I pushed my chest to exert dominance because in the next minute, he took one step back and placed his hand on his jaw, stroking it lazily as he assessed me

Youyou look familiar.” 

Finally, the bells in your head are beginning to ring,” I said, pleased I didn’t have to take on this beast headon

Are you miss, Bro-” 

The door pushed open, crashing into him and cutting his words short. Before either of us could wrap our heads around what was happening, a man in a white bottomdown top and black trousers stepped into the room and grabbed Pius. The fist blow landed on his face, followed by a crack

I squinted, recognising the interrupt or as Mason. What was he doing here

His face flushed with anger as he kept landing one punch after the other on Pius’s face without giving him the chance to fight back. You dare to touch her? I’ll fucking rip those arms apart.” 

Mason looked unrecognisable, feral, like he could kill this man any minute. I couldn’t allow that. I hated Pius and wanted to punish him for what he did to Mia, but not like this. Quickly, I stepped towards them, trying to stop them

My attempt to pull Mason away from him was fruitless. Seeing there was no other thing I could do as it seemed both men were not ready to let go of the other’s throat, I wrapped my hand around Mason’s wrist, holding him in place

Stop, please.My voice is weak as I press my body into his, even through his suit, I could feel his firm body. His hand in the air paused, and slowly he brought it down. Pius, seeing this as an opportunity, landed the perfect blow on his side

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Mason was about to go for him again, but I tightened my hold around his waist, No, don’t.I stood in front of him. His jaw ticked as he stared over my shoulder at Pius, who was panting heavily

We aren’t done, and you won’t be this fortunate next time.He said, and wrapped his hand around my slender arms before pulling me out of the room

I struggled to keep up the pace with Mason, but he didn’t seem to care. We walked out of the bar before he stopped and turned his nose flared in anger, and I pulled my hand off his, rubbing the red spot which now replaced his hand

What do you think you are doing?I asked, anger curling within me as I watched him. His eyes are sharp and cold, he looked over my shoulder at the bar as if wanting to bring it down with his eyes

I should be asking you that. What the fuck were you thinking, confronting him alone?He raised his voice and then pressed his lips together before grinding his teeth as if keeping himself from saying what he wanted

And how does that affect you in any way? I went there and never asked you to come.I yelled back, ny voice holding the same intensity as his. We stared at each other, the air between us thick with 

ension

He looked away first and pushed his hand through his hair

Was I grateful that he came to help? Yes

But I don’t appreciate the fact that he just jumped in and handled it in a way he knows best without isking me what I wanted. Not to mention he interrupted me, I was just beginning to get control of 

he situation

Lydia, you don’t understand, Pius, that man there is dangerous.He said and rubbed the bridge of 

is nose. That was when I noticed the red stain on his nose. He was bleeding. You can’t trust him at 

Linhaled a scent of breath, trying to steady myself and put my emotions in place. He seemed to be doing the same. I’m sorry if I jumped in. I just thought.He paused and looked away before he continued, I just thought you were being taken advantage of so L” 

Seeing him get all worked up because he thought I was in danger made my heart warm. I’m sorry I butt in,he shifted his gaze to me, but I don’t regret it, I’ll do it again if I have to.” 

He had a solemn look in his eyes as proof that he meant every word. We were silent for the next moment. I twisted my lips to the side. Us bighting about this would lead nowhere

I pointed at his nose, You’re bleeding The concern in my voice betrayed my attempts to act nonchalant. He touched his nose and brought the finger to his face. I bit down on my lower lip. L should help him

We need to take care of that,I said, and a pang of guilt hit me. He had gotten that because of me

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He looked reluctant at first, but soon followed behind me. I walked him over to my car, I can drive,he said as I walked towards the driver’s seat

You’re hurt,I explained. Opening the door, I stepped in and shut the door behind me, not giving 

him a chance to do that

I injured my nose, not my hands,he complained, banging the door behind him as he settled on the passenger seat beside me

I took him to the closest clinic, which was a tenminute drive from where we were. After the doctor had finished treating him, we walked out of the clinic together

You didn’t have to come.I said, wondering if he knew I was there, I understand you were trying to help, but I could have gotten it under control myself.” I added

Not with Pius. He has a reputation worse than Gladdins.His voice is rough. I thought he hurt you.I spread my hand towards both sides, as you can see, I’m fine, no damage done.” I assured 

him

That’s good.We walked out through the sliding door, and my car was parked in the distance. Also, I’m sorry too.He stood in front of the car, hands dipped into his pockets

I allowed my emotions to get the best of me, which is wrong. I was just, I just didn’tsigh. He iragged in a deep breath, I’m glad you are fine. I’ll handle Pius; you can stay away from him fully and allow me to deal with him.” 

Why should I do that?I was here for Mia. I saw no reason why I had to allow Mason to deal with him when I could do it myself

You saw how dangerous he can be.” 

That is not the point,I said. He may be the father of my twins, but that’s where it ends; that didn’t nake him anything in my life. How did you even know where I was?” 

We were supposed to go out today with the twins.I squinted before the realisation hit me. That was correct. Before I left my study for Marcus last night, the twins met me and asked that I accompany them today

Where are they? I got carried away with work.Oh my goodness, they will be so angry at me. I hate disappointing them. Why are you here? Shouldn’t you be with them?” 

They said they aren’t going without you, that’s why I had to go out and find you.Ohthat made 

sense

Are they waiting?” 

I told them not to when I realised you were with Pius.He said in a calm but stern voice, How is Mia’s health?” 

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She will be fine in a few days.I answered, then offered, Allow me to drive you back to the bar, so you can get your car.I offered

No, no need, you can drop me off at my office instead,” 

What about th-” 

It has already been removed.I nodded, not wanting to engage him in a deep convo. After dropping him off, he stayed back in my car. A few seconds passed before he said, What are you doing tomorrow?” 

Worst Fear

Worst Fear

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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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