Worst Fear 187

Worst Fear 187 Summary

In “Worst Fear 187,” Victoria is preparing for an important meeting while grappling with the emotional turmoil stemming from her past. As she applies her makeup, she feels a fleeting sense of confidence, masking the scars that tell her painful story. However, her moment of tranquility is shattered when she receives a distressing message from Michael, revealing that a figure from her past, Irene, is still alive and has been in contact with someone. This news ignites a mix of confusion and frustration within her, as she recalls the decisions made to keep Irene alive, despite the danger she poses.

As the narrative unfolds, Victoria’s anxiety escalates, compounded by the absence of updates from her ally, Bridget. She seeks solace in a dinner with Gloria, hoping for a distraction. However, the evening takes a violent turn when Gloria confronts Victoria, slapping her multiple times and revealing a dark side that Victoria had never anticipated. Gloria accuses Victoria of heinous acts, including the murder of her sister, Irene, and attempts to kill her daughter. This confrontation forces Victoria to confront her past and the consequences of her actions, leaving her feeling cornered and vulnerable.

The tension reaches a peak as Gloria reveals her true identity as Lydia’s mother, further complicating the dynamics between the two women. Victoria is struck by the realization of her betrayal, having welcomed Gloria into her life without knowing her true motives. The atmosphere becomes charged with anger and fear as Gloria’s accusations and revelations force Victoria to reflect on her past misdeeds. This confrontation not only exposes the dark secrets they share but also sets the stage for a deeper conflict rooted in revenge and unresolved guilt.

In this chapter, emotions run high, with Victoria experiencing a whirlwind of fear, anger, and confusion. The revelation of Gloria’s connection to her past feels like a betrayal, complicating her already tumultuous life. As the stakes rise, Victoria is left to grapple with the repercussions of her actions, the haunting presence of her past, and the looming threat of retribution from those she has wronged. The chapter ends on a tense note, leaving readers eager to see how Victoria will navigate this dangerous confrontation and the shadows of her history.

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**Worst Fear 187**

**Victoria**

*Two hours before the meeting*

I delicately swept the brush across my cheeks, feeling the soft bristles caress my skin. With a sense of satisfaction, I set the brush down on the table and turned my body from side to side, scrutinizing my reflection in the mirror. Perfection radiated back at me. The makeup concealed the scars I had desperately wanted to hide from the world, those marks that told stories I was no longer willing to share.

A warm glow enveloped the room, bathing everything in a golden hue, while the curtains fluttered gently, as if dancing to a melody only they could hear. I hummed softly to myself, tapping my feet lightly against the floor, trying to drown out the haunting memories of the previous night. Each moment felt like a weight pressing down on my chest, making it increasingly difficult to forget.

The pink lipstick I had chosen was infused with a sweet strawberry scent. I pressed my lips together, savoring the fragrance before my phone chimed, breaking the momentary peace. My heart raced as I reached for it, my hands trembling slightly as I opened the message.

Hope surged within me, only to crash violently as I realized the message was from Michael, not Bridget. I had been anxiously awaiting updates from Bridget throughout the day, and my anticipation quickly turned to frustration when I found nothing.

I attempted to call her, but her number was unreachable, just like the doctor’s. Disappointment gnawed at me, but I forced myself to focus on Michael’s message, reading each line with growing dread. The sickening feeling in my stomach intensified, and I straightened my posture, dialing his number with urgency. The call connected on the fifth ring, and I wasted no time. “What do you mean?” I demanded, my voice sharp. “Who met who?”

Michael and I shared a bond that spanned over twenty-five years. His loyalty and diligence were the reasons I kept him close, despite years of silence between us. I knew that, no matter the distance, he would always be there for me when I needed him.

“Megan was approached by someone,” he replied, his tone steady. “I think it’s about Irene.” His straightforwardness was one of the traits I appreciated most about him.

My brows knitted together in confusion and anger. “I thought we had silenced her years ago?” I shot back, incredulous. Everyone involved in that fateful night had been eliminated—so how was it possible that she was still alive?

“We didn’t,” he stated matter-of-factly. “You said to keep her alive.” His words sent a jolt through me, and I began to sift through my memories, searching for clarity.

“Why would I do that…” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. But Michael, ever perceptive, picked up on my uncertainty. “She begged you to spare her life and promised to remain quiet forever,” he added, his voice firm.

Frustration bubbled within me as I ran a hand through my hair, rising to pace the room. “That’s not a good enough reason to keep her alive,” I muttered, gnawing on my fingers in agitation.

What had I been thinking at that moment? Why had she suddenly resurfaced? Everything felt as though it was spiraling out of control, and with every passing minute, the weight of my anxiety threatened to crush me.

“Who reached out to her? What do we know?” I pressed, my mind racing. It was never too late to silence her.

“We have nothing on the person,” he replied, his voice tinged with frustration. I halted mid-step, aware of Michael’s reputation for being thorough and astute; nothing ever slipped past him. “But I’ll keep looking. I’ll keep you posted,” he assured me before the line went dead.

10:41 Thu, Nov 27 G…

**Chapter 187**

The news, combined with the absence of any updates from Bridget, left me on edge. My nails found their way to my lips as the car glided through the streets, my head resting heavily against the headrest.

I was grateful for the dinner I had arranged with Gloria. Engaging in light conversation over a meal would hopefully provide a distraction from the turmoil swirling within me.

*Present*

My head fell to the side, and a sharp pain radiated through my cheek. I pressed my palm against my face, slowly lifting my head, a surge of anger coursing through my veins.

“What is the mea—” I began, but my words were abruptly cut off by the resounding crack of a slap echoing through the room for the third time that evening. A part of me was relieved that our table was secluded from the prying eyes of others; at least I wouldn’t have to endure the humiliation of an audience.

The third slap awakened something dormant within me. In an instant, my hand shot up, poised to return the favor, but just as my palm neared her face, she deftly caught my wrist and twisted it painfully.

A low cry escaped my lips, but she remained unfazed. Instead, she twisted my arm further, forcing me down before shoving me away with a brutal shove.

A sharp pain shot through my hand, and a torrent of emotions surged within me—pain, anger, hatred—all swelling and threatening to overflow.

I extended my hand, trying to regain composure as I glared at her. “Are you out of your mind? After making me wait for hours, this is how you greet me? With a slap?” My voice was sharp, reverberating with indignation.

She crossed her arms over her chest, her posture suddenly exuding an intimidating confidence.

Taking a step closer, she shifted the atmosphere, and for the first time, I felt a flicker of fear. The dark aura radiating from Gloria was palpable, enough to make the very walls tremble. I couldn’t fathom what had brought about this transformation in her demeanor.

I instinctively took a step back until my back hit the edge of a chair. She leaned in, her voice low and menacing, “You… how did it feel, over twenty-one years, and no one found out? You disgusting murderer.” She pulled back, her gaze piercing as she studied my reaction. A chill ran down my spine, and I instinctively placed my hand on her chest, pushing her away in desperation.

Her expression remained stoic. “Aren’t you afraid of Karma? You tried to kill my daughter, murdered my sister, and even attempted to kill Julia.” Her words hung in the air, heavy and accusing, as she paused to let the weight of her claims settle.

“Are you not afraid of retribution?”

I ran a hand through my hair, my mind racing. “What are you getting at?” My voice trembled, and I was confronted with a side of her I had never encountered before.

How did she know about Julia? I straightened, trying to regain my composure. “Gloria, don’t go around spreading rumors,” I warned, my tone laced with a dangerous edge.

But she brushed my warning aside, her voice unwavering. “And what’s this about your sister and daughter?” she pressed, her intensity unwavering. “Did you hit your head somewhere? I didn’t know you until a few months ago, so what gives you the impression that I killed your sister or daughter?”

Her teeth clenched as she stared at me, her gaze a tempest of fury and pain.

She inhaled deeply, placing one hand over the other as if to calm herself. A wave of tranquility washed over her, while I felt my breath quicken, anxiety tightening its grip around my chest. “If you dare spread rumors, I won’t let you off easy. I don’t care how many drinks we’ve had together; there’s a line you mustn’t cross.”

“You attempted to kill my daughter in prison after framing her for the murder of your ex-husband. Now, you’re doing it again.” Her voice was calm, but her words sent icy shivers down my spine.

“What daughter?” I asked, confusion clouding my thoughts.

“You don’t know her?” she replied, her brows knitting together in disbelief.

“I don’t…” My head spun as I struggled to comprehend her words. And then, it clicked. “You’re Lydia’s mom?”

“Your brain needs restructuring, but I’m glad it’s finally working,” she replied, a smirk dancing on her lips.

If she was indeed Lydia’s mother, why had she approached me? Why would she seek to befriend the enemy of her daughter? Nothing about this made sense. Confusion etched itself into my features.

I cursed myself for not suspecting her true identity. All those times we had shared drinks, all those moments I had welcomed her into my home—how had I not realized that she was Lydia’s mother? I felt betrayed, anger flooding my senses for having let my guard down around a stranger.

Gloria’s lips curled into a sinister smile, relishing the moment. “When you were pregnant, you had a maid,” she began, her tone dripping with malice.

Where was she going with this? She strolled around the table, trailing a finger across its surface. “That maid was also pregnant.”

My heart raced as the implications began to dawn on me. My eyes widened in shock as I stared at the woman before me, the realization hitting me like a freight train. I had never truly known her, this woman I had called my friend.

“You…” I stammered, pointing an accusatory finger in her direction.

She halted her movements, throwing me a lazy smile that sent chills down my spine. “Good, I see your memories are beginning to return.”

Something dark flickered in her gaze. “My sister, Irene—what did you do to her?” At the mere mention of that name, a wave of dread washed over me, and I felt the wine I had consumed earlier churning violently in my stomach, threatening to spill.

“You are Irene’s sister?” I asked, my voice dropping to an icy whisper, a chill of recognition coursing through me.

“Surprise? Did you think she didn’t have a family?” Gloria retorted, raising an eyebrow. The disbelief was palpable. Was this why she had been shadowing me all along? Was she the one who had contacted Megan?

10:41 Thu, Nov 27 G…

**Chapter 187**

“You are related to that bitch?” I spat, anger boiling over. First, Lydia—now this revelation.

“Why did you kill her? Why did you steal her child and present it to the world as yours?”

Conclusion

In the aftermath of the confrontation, Victoria stood on the precipice of her worst fears becoming reality. The weight of Gloria’s accusations hung heavily in the air, each word piercing through her carefully constructed facade. The once comforting glow of the room now felt suffocating, as the truth clawed its way to the surface. Memories she had buried deep began to resurface, each one a reminder of the choices she had made and the lives she had irrevocably altered. The revelation of Gloria’s identity shattered the illusion of safety Victoria had clung to, exposing her vulnerabilities and igniting a tempest of emotions—fear, regret, and a desperate need for control. As she grappled with the implications of her past actions, the realization that she could no longer escape the consequences of her decisions loomed over her like a dark cloud.

Yet, amidst the chaos, a flicker of resilience ignited within her. Victoria understood that the path ahead would not be easy, but it was a path she had to confront. The anger that had surged through her moments before transformed into a steely determination to reclaim her narrative. She could no longer be a passive participant in her own story; the time had come to confront her demons head-on. With each breath, she felt the weight of her history pushing her forward, urging her to seek redemption and reclaim the power that had been stripped away. The confrontation with Gloria was not just a reckoning; it was a catalyst for transformation. Victoria stepped into the uncertainty with newfound resolve, ready to face the shadows of her past and forge a future defined not by fear, but by strength and defiance.

What to Expect in Next Chapter?

In the upcoming chapter, readers can expect the tension to escalate as Victoria grapples with the shocking revelations about Gloria and her connection to Irene. The air will be thick with unresolved emotions and unspoken truths as Victoria confronts the implications of her past actions. As she delves deeper into the web of betrayal and deception, the stakes will rise, forcing her to confront not only Gloria but also her own demons. The confrontation promises to be explosive, with each character revealing layers of pain and anger that threaten to unravel everything Victoria has painstakingly built.

Moreover, as the chapter unfolds, the narrative will shift to explore the consequences of Victoria’s choices, particularly regarding her relationships with those she has wronged. The looming specter of karma will cast a long shadow, raising questions about redemption and revenge. Will Victoria be able to navigate this treacherous terrain, or will the ghosts of her past finally catch up with her? Readers will be left on the edge of their seats, eagerly anticipating the next twist in this gripping tale of fear, betrayal, and the fight for survival.