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Worst Fear 31

I held back my laugh I know she wasn’t unact, but I didn’t expect her to believe such nonsense 

No restaurant determines a person’s life

Oh really?I tried to sound interested. She was, after all, the 

all, the key to me getting the contract 

The smell of different delicacies hit us as we stepped in

A man wearing black trousers and a white shirt walked towards us. The interior screamed luxury

We were taken to be second floor, which was for the Will customers

However, immediately after we got there, a man who seemed to be superior to thei 

I’m sorry but this place is no longer available for others.He said

I raised an eyebrow. What?” 

He bowed slightly to me, I’m sorry for the inconvenience.He said again

an beside us stopped us 

That’s bullshit, I made a reservation.I said, already on the brink of losing my patience 

That is why we are especially sorry, Mr. Woods.” He bowed slightly

We promise to give you the same service on the lower floor.” He said. The reservation for everyone has been canceled.” 

It would have made more sense if they were doing maintenance or something. But now, this was a newly contracted building

Someone very important is cominghe began to explain

What do you mean? Do you not know who Mason Woods isJulia spoke in a harsh tone. She pushed her hair back

Our guests will be here any moment, so please, I suggest you move to the VIP section,” 

I won’t leave until I meet your guessAt this time there were some spectators around. It was already getting really embarrassing 

I kicked myself internally, I shouldn’t have come here

Come on, Julia, let’s just leave.” 

No, this is unfair, I won’t leave without seeing who this important person worth getting in the bad side of Mason Woods is,” 

You want to meet me?A voice spoke from behind

The man in front of us bowed, Madam, Sr. Wetured around

And she came into view. But she wasn’t alone. By her 

er side was a tall man. He had his hand entwined in hers

Miss Alisa Brooks?” 

1/4 

Chapter 31 

Lydia’s point of view 

Three Days eater

You are Lydia,he breathed, I knew it.He looked relieved. I thought you died.” 

He drew his brows together, a worried expression claiming his face. I looked around 

He took one step. Why didn’t you reach out? All these years, I was in pain, it was torture for me. How could you do this to me? I thought forever.” 

Mr. Woods, what are you on about? How did you find me?That was a moi important question if he was here, then the chances and that he has found the twins

I pushed that thought away from my head and focused on the man in front of me. There’s no way he would have found them

He kept walking closer and closer and I didn’t move. Was my threat of filing a restraining order a joke to you?I asked. He shook his head

Just answer this one question and I promise, I’ll get out of your sight. He seemed to have regained his composure now 

flam not interested in answering your question. Take one more step and I promise, I’m reporting you for stalkingMy voice was cold. His eyes twitched a look of surprise flashed through his eyes

I have never used such a tone on him

Then, I had been so in love with him that I was practically pushed around. I was that girl who would never speak out loud

It was partly because I was grateful to him for loving someone like me. An orphan who had nothing. He had everything and he chose me 

So I thought the only thing I owed was to be the best wife. A wife who won’t cry even though she was beaten

But that girl had died in the fire

I hope you enjoyed the rest of your dayI said, and turned to walk away. I felt a hand pull me back, and immediately I turned, my hand collided with the 

side of his face

I opened my purse and fetched out my phone 

Don’t you dare touch me with your filthy hands?I said, And I’m calling the cops

He pulled my phone away from my hold. No, no, please don’t.” 

itted my 

head to the side and extended my hands, My phone, now” 

He placed it on my hand, then raised both of his hands above his head and took two steps back

See, I’m stepping back. I won’t step forward. You are Lydia, right?” 

I placed my phone in my bag and held the bag close to myself

The sun cast a shadow on the building behind me. I pushed my l hair back

I told you before. Lydia is dead. I am Alissa Brooks. Not Lydia. Why is that so hard to understand.” 

He snickered, So you finally admitted to bring Lydia. You, my wife.” 

Ex!I conected

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Chapter 31 

had failed to correct him the last time, and it had eaten me up

won Lallow him to make such silly midlakes anymore. Your as wife, Don’t get things twisted about me. Katon 

Why are you doing this? I know you are Lydia from the first day, but why do you want to be enemies with 

Iscoffed, if my memory serves me right, we are not friends, don’t know what you mean by becoming your enemy. You are smart 

Cut the crab, Lydia, you are doing everything intentionally, right? You are trying to bring down my company, in that what you want 

Heh heh. He can’t even handle a rival. We are both into the business world. Let’s not do that.” 

I’d appreciate it if you don’t try to step on me on my way and try to speak to me if you keep hovering around me, I’ll report you for taking a fals and walked away 

Have you been well? His voice stopped me on my track. Something stirred inside of me

Seller 

He didn’t speak in anger, nor did he sound frustrated. If anything, he sounded like the man I married. The man I fell in love with years back

I clutched my purse; I didn’t turn around nor respond to his question1 just walked into the building 

I was glad the twins were not in the sitting room when I got inside. They would have sensed something 

I rushed to my room and stood in front of the window, he was still there standing, Mason, I have not even started else it will get boring” 

you yet. Don’t get weary easily

I stepped away from the window. I don’t know how long he spent standing there. When I went back there to check, he was already gone

I walked into the restaurant with Marcus, hand in hand. The restaurant was one of his many investments

He had promised to take me to it. I chose today, knowing that Mason and his fiance would be present. I also asked for the VIP session to be cleared

He needed to know that he couldn’t have his way as he had always had it

Julia seemed to be so interested in the person that they booked the entire place thereby leaving them standing outside

believe we’ve met before,I was glad I arrived now

. One minute later, I’d have missed the entire drama

Lydia.Mason called, and isquinted my eyes, I mean, Miss Brooks,he quickly corrected himself. His eyes moved all over my body, stopping on my cleavages, and he swallowed

I wore a black dress which exposed my cleavages. It had tiny hands and ran all the way to my ankle. It had a slit which ended on my upper thigh 

Mr. Woods. I didn’t think I’d meet you here.” I said softly, Marcus as though on clue, linked our hands together, bringing me close to himself 

Mason grinds his teeth, his eyes following our very movement. When Julia saw me, she smiled and stepped closer towards me 

She placed one hand over her lips. I didn’t know you would be here today. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” 

Julia,Mason called softly

Chapter BF 

love your dress, where did you get ind love to get one for myself.” 

I smiled shyly and looked over at Marcus. Well

you’ll need to ask Mm? | Kaid 

Julia’s lips formed an ob, I guess he’s your man?I smiled 

It’s nice meeting you, Alissa, Mason suddenly said; he held Julia by her hand and pulled her mouth 

5.I smiled as I watched them leave 

Let’s go sh 

We stepped into the restaurant and sat at our desigssted table

finally met with the famous Mason Woods,” 

nds.Marcus said, cutting the steak

Yes. Thank you for playing along with me and coming” 

It’s nothing

after all, this restaurant remains a gift to you, The one you keep refusing

Did you see his face?asked and laughed

But his girlfriend seems to like

I picked a napkin from the side and whipped my lips with it. She has no idea that you are his 

Marcus kept his knife and fork to the side and wiped his lips with a napkin

*So, have you thought about my proposal yet?He leaned into his chair, Date me. And that will make things easier for your revenge 

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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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