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Worst Fear 153

Chapter 153 

Lydia 

My hands around my phone tightened as I watched the two vile women on the screen. Julia was almost on the brink of tears as she spoke, spilling lies like it was the easiest thing on earth

My entire body went rigid with anger. As if the post they made wasn’t enough, these women went on screen and displayed the most dramatic moments I have ever seen. They should be actors

I got fed up 

before they left the stage and turned off the phone, slamming it on the table. Silence stretched in the office. I grind my teeth, anger rising to my throat, blocking my lungs. I couldn’t hold this rage in

Mia stepped forward and gently picked up the phone. I raised my eyes to find her looking at me, concern etched on her brow

What are we to do about this?She asked, This rumors is spreading fast, people believe it.She said and then released a sigh, How can they be so stupid? It’s as if they’ve been waiting for you to flop, and now that they’ve finally gotten the chance, they jumped right at it.She pressed her lips into a firm line. A frown furrowed her 

brows

I swung my chair from side to side massaging my temples

Mia walked from one end of the office to the other, biting on her nails, We can’t let them have their way, we have to do something.She said in a stern voice

My eyes followed her movements. I stopped swaying my chair and sat straight, ran a hand through my hair and said to Mia, Stop pacing, you’re making me dizzyMy voice was rough when I spoke. She stopped, then walked over to me

We can’t allow them to ruin everything you’ve worked for.” 

I chewed on my lower lip, deep in thought

If you ask me I’d say Victoria isn’t as smart as she thinks she is. She knew this was a lie. Why is she so sure I will stand and accept the blame for murder this time

We should release a statement trashing her claims.” 

I don’t really care about public opinion,I said in a calm voice which surprised me

Mia’s brows shot up in surprise, What? Why won’t you care? Even if you don’t, I do, and so does every staff member. It will also affect our stock price.She said anxiety dripped from her voice

She has a point. How did I never think about that

This company may be built on my sweat, but I didn’t own it alone. That sweat was collective, and my staff deserves to have a boss they can be proud of

I’ll have the PR-Mia’s phone rang, cutting her short. Her eyes locked on her screen, I think it’s a reporter.” She said, ending the call. I can have the PR put out a statement. That will not be enough at this point, but

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can’t just sit back and do nothing,” She said

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Her phone rang again before she left and this time she took it. She didn’t speak, but as she listened, her eyes widened. She looked over to me, and her body went stiff with panic

Ma’am, the stakeholders and directors are here. They requested an urgent meeting with you.” 

I let out a breath and stood pushing my chair to the back. A part of me had expected this. You don’t have to be worried, nothing will happen,I assured Mia

She shook her head, II walked towards her and placed my hand on her shoulders. One would think it’s you who is accused of murdering someone.I joked, when her expression didn’t change and remained scrunched up in worry, I shook her shoulders slightly

This is just another storm. It is not enough to bring me down.” 

I trust you. And I know tons of people out there do. But the directors you know they’ve always been there lurking around waiting to dispose of you as the chairwoman

Her concerns were wellrooted. I brushed some strands of hair off her face, You keep forgetting my mom remains the biggest shareholder in this company. Sure the directors can bark, but they can’t bite.” 

I started towards the door, and Mia took slow, unsteady steps behind me. Shouldn’t you be comforting me and not the other way round?” 

I inhaled a deep breath before stepping into the conference room. The directors and three major stakeholders were already seated around the table awaiting my arrival

I walked to the head of the table with my shoulders squared and head held high. I pulled out a chair and sat

What do I owe this unannounced meeting?” 

Trust you’ve been in good health, Miss Brooks.The man at my right, whom I think would be their spokesperson, said

Get straight to the point,” I said in a cold voice, not ready to entertain any fake pleasantries

He clasped his hands together, a mocking gaze lurking beneath those sharp eyes, You must have seen the news. A press conference was held today, the subject of the press conference was you, and the message wasn’t the best.He started and the others nodded along with him in support

We all saw the news, and in less than five minutes, it affected our shares, which had already begun to plummet.” He said

News like this is disastrous to this company, and as directors, we have concluded that you are not fit to be the chairwoman of the company anymore, not with these rumors.” 

We can’t have a murder as a chairman.” He said

I leaned into my chair, uncrossing my hands. My chest vibrated from the laughter that escaped my throat

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They all shared puzzled glances amongst themselves, You are far too funny, Mr. Luke.I am amused by his 

words

This is a serious matter. You can’t laugh your way out, Alissa, or more correctly, Lydia.” 

It hasn’t even been ten minutes since the press conference ended, and you are already here,I looked pointedly at them, sharing my gaze from one person to the other. Were you perhaps expecting me to give my position off?” 

That has no connection to this-” 

And why are you so sure the claims are true?I questioned, my eyes burning with anger

Is it not true?” 

Why should I give you a reply when it’s clear you already made your decision?” 

They shifted uncomfortably on their seats. Does anyone share his thoughts?I asked. When no one spoke, I repeated my question and a man at the end raised his hand

Good. You are both relieved of your position. If you can’t work with a murderer, I’m sure there are others out there who can.” I stood, my chair screeching against the floor loudly

Miss Brooks, you can’t,” I slammed my fist on the table loudly, silencing their pleas. I don’t want to hear whatever they have to say

You can clear your offices.I stood straight, This is just another storm for us, and those who stand by me will get past it with me.” I said, straightening my blazer

You were so cool. I guess I was worried for nothing.” Mia said as we walked to my office. Let’s release the PR statement already,she said

Not yet.” What fun would it be if Julia and Victoria lost too quickly

I didn’t get a chance to step into my office as my phone rang, a call from Liam’s school

I rushed over to the school. When I got to the head teacher’s office, Liam was standing with a little boy by the side. Melanie was also in the office standing a few feet away from Liam

Mom!Melanie called rushing into my arms. I picked her up and rushed to Liam’s side. What happened?” 

Liam has a small cut on his face

He engaged in a fight with Mathew.Liam’s eyes were weak. When he saw me, he swayed to the side, and I caught him quickly. He was burning up. I glared at the woman who had him standing, wondering how long he had been standing

I’ll get back at her. For now, I have to save my boy

Worst Fear

Worst Fear

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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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