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Worst Fear 72

Lydia 

The next six hours went by quickly. However, all I could think about was the best way to get under Mason’s skin. I don’t know how Mia knew he would be there, but there’s only so much Mia doesn’t know

I walked out of the last meeting I had for the day. My hand found my shoulder, and I massaged it as I walked. I inhaled sharply

This is the third meeting with Mr. Redmond’s assistant. For the past week, I’ve been trying to get his attention

Every businessperson wants a contract with Mr. Redmond, and I’m no different. My goal is to be the biggest company in the world, and on the way to achieving that goal, Mason’s company would be crushed

That was the push I needed. The reason I can get to work on days when I feel unmotivated

Mia is walking behind me.. 

What do you think? Will Mr. Redmond grant us the privilege of meeting with him?I asked Mia. She held the iPad closer to her chest. We had to get through his PA. before meeting him

For the first time, I can’t answer your question.There was a hint of sadness in her voice, I couldn’t read him.She admitted

But I do think he was a little impressed though.” I said

Well, know that if we get invited to meet with his boss. I hear a lot of people are also fighting for the contract.” 

That’s a known fact

Even if I wasn’t sure if anyone was, I was sure Mason was, and I would not allow him to get it

His business is still unstable, and I plan to make it worse. When we stepped out, it was already dark

I didn’t get the chance to go home. We went to the same mall where Mia had bought me clothes for the dinner party two weeks 

ago

I walked out in a red short dress that had a little slit

This was better compared to the dress Mia had picked for me

Who goes to a club this early?I asked her

It’s not that early; it’s over 10 pm right now, Miss Lydia.She said in a singsong voice

Mia was wearing a black dress, and I had to pause for a moment to admire her

The black dress hugged her body, it was sleeveless, with a plunging neckline that exposed her cleavages

wcut

You lookI couldn’t think of the right words to describe her right now

That’s not for you to say; I hope I hear it from some handsome mutherfucker ready to go on his knees for me tonight” 

What? You think that was vagal. Fine, I want to shag someone tonight. Is that okay now?she asked, and we both laughed

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Okay, I love this girl

You look really different; where have you been hiding all this?I asked her as we walked towards the car

I’ve not been hiding it, you never gave me time to show it.She opened the door for me and stepped in. All she did wat work, like me, she barely had time to go out

When she sat in front of the steering wheel, I stopped her before she drove off 

Wait.she paused, raising a brow

I stepped out, closing the door behind me

I opened the passenger seat at the front and sat beside her. For tonight, let’s forget about your employment contract. We’re both girls who want to have fun,I draped the seat belt over me

Yay!!The scream came louder than I expected. She increased the volume of the song that was playing 

Music blasted in the car, we sang and moved our bodies to it

We went to a private club. A private that no one would be there. Private in the sense that we had to keep our phones outside

No pictures were allowed, not that I had anything to lose if a picture of me was spread all over the internet. A girl should be allowed some fun

Ready!Mia asked as we were about to step out of the cafe. I drew in a deep breath

Yes!I said, and we stepped out. The valet attendant in a black suit drove the car away

There were some men at the entrance. They bowed slightly at the sight of us

I could hear the song from where I stood. I was really doing this

I love partying and clubbing, but I had to put it away when Mason and I began dating, afraid that he wouldn’t like it and I would be 

an embarrassment for him. Then, I desperately wanted to be the woman that was worth spending her life with him

I knew he went partying and clubbing because he came home most times smelling of alcohol and cigarettes, but I didn’t care; he 

was a man

Thinking back, I know how stupid such thoughts were

We sat on the couch, and Mia went to grab two glasses of drink. I downed it in a go, it burned my throat. I let out a little shriek 

It has been ages.Mia shouted over the blaring music

She began shaking her body to the music. I sat on the couch, looking at the crowd

She leaned towards me, I am going to find someone to shag. That man over there has beep staring man tonight.She smiled at me

Maybe he’d be the lucky 

You shouldn’t sit here. Dance, enjoy yourself. I bet Mr. Woods will be here soon.She said and then walked away

I pulled my dress. This wasn’t what l’envisaged. Most people were on the dance floor, pressing their bodies together

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Shouting along to the music, which I was now beginning to think was too loud. My eyes moved around

I tried to shake off the feeling that was beginning to grow in my stomach

Care for a drink, my lady?A voice asked. I looked beside me to see a man with blonde hair sitting beside me. He had two small glasses of drink. The content was clear

He smiled, exposing his brown teeth. I surveyed his face in the dim light, his nose was way too big for that face

I shook my head and adjusted on my seat, moving a few inches from the smell of alcohol dripping all over him

He scooted over with me

What a beautiful girl like yourself doing alone, sitting here on the sofa? You came to have fun, right

My hand immediately moved to my face, and I covered my nose. Can you please not talk to me?I asked nicely, not wanting to be rude to this ugly stranger

Oh pretty, a hard one.He nodded while letting out a low aug, I like feisty women.He said over the music

Okay, I’m not doing this

I stood, Excuse me.I was about to walk past him when he grabbed my hand. I glared at him, and without a word, he let go of me and raised his hand over his head

Maybe coming here wasn’t a good idea

I walked away, pushing my way through the crowd and their sweaty bodies. My eyes scanned the crowd for Mia, but I couldn’t find 

her

It wouldn’t be nice to cut off her night because I wasn’t enjoying this. Soon, I found her dancing with a man, her back pressed against the man’s chest and the man over her chest

It seems she finally found someone to shag. Maybe I should find a way to enjoy myself before I find Mason

I found drinks and had a few glasses. Cans of bears were also present. Maybe I needed the drink to really enjoy this party

I was on the fifth glass when I went to the middle of the dance floor and soon began swaying my waist to the music

Everything was better now. I was finally enjoying the party, the music didn’t seem too loud

I sang along

I am being offered a glass of drink, butI couldn’t tell, is that a girl? She has long blonde hair that stopped over her shoulder. But why is she wearing a jacket and trousers

I don’t care about who the person was when I downed the content

This was good. I feel good

I kept dancing and felt a hand snaking over my waist

I stopped

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Let go of me.My words were low. The person didn’t. I pushed myself off and turned, facing whoever this fool was 

That nose, I could recognise it in my sleep

“A pretty lady shouldn’t dance alone.He said

I moved away from him; the encounter we had on the couch was enough. If I were him, I’d stay away. But it didn’t seem he understood because he was beside me in the next second

Let’s dance, he tried to hold me. I wanted to slap him, but my hands felt too weak

His hand didn’t touch me, as the next moment, someone’s fist collided with him and sent him to the floor. This was followed by a loud gasp

Let’s get you out of here.” 

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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