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Worst Fear 71

Mason 

I stared at the girl for a while, Is she your sister?I asked, and he nodded gleefully

Yes. She’s the one I told you about,he looked at her. She looked like the quiet one. Her hair is short, just below her ears

The little boy stepped to the side, letting go of her hand, which he had been holding. He placed his hand under his jaw and stared at both of us, looking from me to the little girl, then back to me

You look so much alike, don’t you think?He asked, and I nodded before I could stop myself

Squatting to meet her height, I extended an arm, Hey princess,I called, and for the first time since she stood in front of me, her lips pulled slightly to the side

Pleased with the response for what will now be her nickname, I continued when she took my hand, What’s your name?I asked

Melanie.She said

I repeated the name, then I looked around, and there was no one behind them. I expected to see their mom or dad, or anyone, to explain this, cause this striking resemblance is puzzling

If I didn’t know better, I’d think I had a lost child

Did you come here by yourself?I questioned, and they both shook their heads; they were in so much sync. We came with our mom and nanny,The boy said he pointed into the distance

There were over four women in the direction he pointed to, so it wasn’t helpful. I returned my attention to him

I can’t remember if he had introduced himself. He removed his hand from his jaws and then moved closer to me. Did you forget my name?he asked

Right, just why I was thinking, How did you know?I asked in the same slow tone. Little Princess just kept looking between us. How could you?He pointed his finger at me, and I struggled to keep a straight face at his disappointed expression

I’m sorry,I said. I can’t even remember if he had introduced himself

Looking behind him again, I asked him to come closer. I’ll get you some chocolate bars; I know you snuck off to buy some,I offered. He looked at me with realization

How did you know?” 

I’m an adult; I know all about children’s thoughts.” 

Melanie must have felt excluded, so I turned to look at her, You want chocolate too, right?I asked. She didn’t respond and just looked at her brother as if waiting for him to speak before she did

She may be young, but it was clear that she had admiration and respect for her brother

No, thank you.We can’t take anything from strangers.He went back to holding his sister’s hand. I’m Liam. I hope you forget my name again.He said and then smiled at me

don’t 

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Melanie smiled too, and they waved at me before running off

Seeing them both smile, they kinda look alike, I caught myself staring at where they stood a while ago with a smile

Their parents must be lucky, I’d do anything to have children like them

My smile faded when that thought crossed my mind. Biting on my bottom lip, I inhaled sharply and then continued placing chocolate into the little basket I was holding 

I walked around the mall after that just to clear my head. I also ended up buying some things which I knew I didn’t need

When I stepped out of the mall, I saw the kids at a distance

They were held by a woman. They leapt as they spoke to her. I watched with a smile gracing my face, feeling a flutter in my chest

My smile froze when the lady stopped. She let go of Melanie’s hand and picked something from the floor

Lydia

Why is Lydia with those kids? She stood straight, then held on to the kids before walking to the car in front of them. The trunk of the car was opened, and an older woman was placing bags of what had been bought into it. The trunk slammed shut

I started walking before I could stop myself

Lydia,I called out before I could stop myself 

I could swear that I saw the woman pause for a while. The kids turned and waved at me, so the woman heard, but she just hurried them into the car, which drove off before I could get there

Was I mistaken? That was Lydia

But it wouldn’t make sense if she were the one. First, it was one baby, second, she said she lost the baby

There was no way she’d lie to me about it; she had no reason to. The thought of those kids and Lydia occupied my mind for the rest of my ride back. But it was so pushed away when I saw my mom and Julia in the kitchen

Chatting and laughing together. Since Julia was better now, I decided to leave. I had work to do. And thankfully, she didn’t complain

I still need to see Lydia

I couldn’t see Lydia today either. Later that evening, I decided to go to the club with Denise after much persuasion

I wasn’t in the mood to dance, so we sat in a booth, but from here we were seated, we could see the dance floor and hear the music 

very well

I didn’t expect to see her here. But there she was wearing a red dress which stopped on her thighs and breathtaking under the blue light as she swayed her body to the music

How did I ever let her go

Denise, what do you think about dancing?Lasked

small slit. She looked 

You said you didn’t want toI was on my feet before she could complete her words. I changed my mind. I want to dance now

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I want to dance with her

Lydia’s Pov 

When I left home with the twins earlier in the morning, I didn’t imagine meeting Mason at the mall

I couldn’t help but wonder if he had seen the twins earlier. Well, there was no way he’d know they were his just because he saw them with me, right

I bit on the cover I held and looked down at the table, swirling my chair from side to side

The door opened, and Mia stepped in

The launch was a success.She said, placing an iPad in front of me. You, my lady, are a genius. How did you know that Mr. Arvin would mess the product up?She asked, dropping onto the couch by the side

She crossed one leg over the other and leaned into the chair

If I tell you it was pure coincidence, will you believe me?I asked her, and she shook her head

Well,I dropped the iPad on the table and turned so I could face her

I know Mr. Arvin; I did a little research about his personality and set up a scene; I arranged the props and all; he was just like an actor; he acted out what I had in mind.” 

Mr. Arvin is no animal; he won’t just attack anyone, although he has a shitty character and personality

What I did was make sure the flight attendant did something to draw that anger out of him

She

didn’t have to do too much

You are smart.I smiled

You didn’t just find that out, did you?I asked, and she shook her head

Lalways know.We both burst into laughter

We spoke about other businesses, and the thirty minutes went by

I have to ban you. You can’t just come in here and distract me from working whenever you want,” I said as I realized how much work I could have done at that time

You won’t do that, who’ll come keep you company if not me?She asked

You called that keeping company?She nodded, holding back her cheeky smile

She stood, grabbing her iPad from the table

Today’s the day.She said, and I furrowed my brows, not understanding her

What’s happening today?” 

11:00 Sat/2 Augy Li 

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You promised to have dinner with me to make up for keeping me in the office for a long time.She continued before could rep and it’s not the first time you’ve promised me anything” 

I don’t want dinner; let’s do something to cover all the dinners you’ve promised.” 

I love the flint in her eye, What should we do?” 

Let’s go clubbing.She proposed

That’s not for me” 

Mr. Woods will be there, and I’ve picked the perfect dress for you.” 

I made a show of thinking, Everything is ready, just your presence

Fine. Let’s go clubbing,she jumped in excitement 

You can’t take your words back. You already agreed,” I nodded

We have six hours before we leave. You can’t chicken out.When she closed the door behind me, I swiveled my chair from side to side

Hmm, Mason would be there. This night may be interesting

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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