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Worst Fear 81

Worst Fear 81

Chapter 81 

Lydia 

Signing the contract with Mr. Redmond is a big boost in my career. I have defeated Mason again, and the news was pasted all over 

the internet

As usual, netizens began to compare both of us. If left to me, there was no need to compare. The difference was clear. Mason has been in the industry for a longer time, but here I wasgrowing and pushing him aside gradually

As expected, the contract with Mr. Redmond opened the road for other opportunities. In just one day, I had gotten over 20 requests from various companies, both home and international, offering to work with me

Mia is seated in front of me. She passed me a file

I have just gone through that. I think it would be worth our time and investment,” she said in a soft voice

I nodded, taking the file from her and placing it by my side

We left the company later than usual

I got home quite late. Mom and the twins had already gone to bed. It was past 10:00 p.m. at this point

I walked to my room, stepped into my bathroom, and took a quick bath. When I stepped out, my phone beepeda message from 

Marcus

He wanted to meet. I pushed my hair back, tucking it gently behind my ears

At last, I sent a message back to him explaining why I would not be able to come

I tossed and turned on my bed, unable to sleep. I couldn’t help but wonder how Mason was feeling. This must have been a big slap 

to his face

I stepped out of my bed and walked to the window. My hair danced in the wind. After a while, I walked back to my bed. I sat on the bed, resting my back on the frame

It was past 11:30p.m. at this point

Since I could not sleep, I decided to scroll through the internet. The first news that came into my view was not one I was expecting -Mason was getting engaged. It had just been posted. I did not think he was one to flaunt his engagement on the internet

But then, I have never truly known him

Immediately I saw the message, I decided to unblock him. Since he was getting married, I might as well up my game

I have not forgotten about my plan for revengeto make him want me and dump him when he thinks he finally has me

My hand hovered on my screen as I stared at his number, my eyes pinned on the unblock option

If I were to unblock him, what benefit would it be

I bit my lower lip, my mind reverting back to the time Mason announced our engagement to the public. His mother had been against our marriage from the start. She never wanted me as her daughterinlaw

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I knew it wasn’t the same with Julla. She wants Julia. She has always wanted her to be her daughterinlaw, and as it seems, she was going to get what she desperately wanted

Julia is from a reputable family

After unblocking Mason, I sent him a message first. If I want to get him, then I need to do what needs to be done

I decided to go for a subtle start, a congratulatory message

Me Hey Mason, congratulations on being a dad. I heard the news.” 

I did not expect him to reply immediately

It was as though he was expecting my message

Mason- Hey Lydia, you finally unblocked me.” 

One side of my lips pulled up into a smirk

Three dots appeared on my screen on his side, proof that he was typing. My phone beeped lightlya message from him

I typed at the same time as he

His message came in first before I finished typing

Mason. How did you know about that?” 

Jscoffed

He doesn’t need to know how I know about that. I had my ways, and I do not plan to reveal them to him. I sent my message, asking him about his engagement and congratulating him on it, too

I didn’t need to wait long, as a reply came from him immediately

I’m glad you unblocked me. How did you know about my engagement?” 

Immediately his message came in, I began typing, my fingers dancing fast on my screen. He was asking too many questions, and no, I would not be able to answer all his questions at once at least not over the phone

I stared straight ahead, an idea growing in my mind. Maybe this was a good time to meet with him. I would use this opportunity to my advantage. So I texted back

Me-You are asking so many questions. I can’t answer all of them over the phone.” 

Mason- I’m sorry about the questions. I am just curious. Anyone would want to know. These are secretive mattersnot secretive, per se, but not everyone knows about these things that you just mentioned.” 

The second message came in immediately after the first. I never knew he was such a fast texter

I could tell from the tone of his message that he was trying so hard not to offend me. I wasn’t offended. Even if he were to actually offend me with his messages, at this point, I would just let it gofor the sake of the greater picture

Me- I would like to answer all your questions in person. How does that sound?” 

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sent my message to him, a small smirk crooping to my lips

From the look of things, it was clear that Mason had no idea that his mother had posted an announcement about his ent already knew about Julia’s pregnancy from my mom, but that was something I would never disclose to him

I stood and walked into my closet. Since I wasn’t able to sleep, I might as well make good use of this night

My phone beeped before I could pick out a dress

Mason- I would like to speak with you now, if you don’t mind. Can we ment?Mason asked

He was dancing right to the music I was playing. I could not hold back my smile. My hands danced on my screen

Me- Yes, let’s meet then, I have no problem. I’ll send you an address. Come to the address.” 

It seemed this night was going to be 

long 

I got to the manor first. Before meeting him, I quickly arranged it so it looked like I had been there all through the night. I could not invite Mason over to my house

He obviously knows I don’t live here. If I were going to achieve what I had in mind with him, then inviting him home was a big risk was not willing to take

I brought out two bottles of wine. I opened one, pouring it into one of the glasses that sat on the table. I had brought some files with me, so while waiting for Mason, I went through them

Mason came 30 minutes later

Upon hearing a knock on the door, I knew he was here. I sprang to my feet and walked to the door. When I got to the door, I pulled down my dress a bit, exposing more of my cleavage. Taking in a deep breath, I opened my door

Mason had a small smile on his face. His hand raised as he said

Hey

He sounded casual

Hey,I said back and opened the door wider so he could step inside

When he stepped inside, he looked around the room

I motioned to one of the sofas, which he sat on

This place is beautiful.” 

I guess it was easy to find,I said

He nodded, his eyes stopping on the files. I began to gather them

You work into the night.” 

Jhummed in reply

I would never have guessed that there would be this side of you.” 

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Of course, he would not. He was used to always seeing me in the kitchen, so this Lydia, who knew what she wanted and how lo it, was still foreign to him

I gathered the files in my hand and walked to the back of the sofa, where he was seated. I placed the files on a tables 

I would never have guessed I’d be sitting here with you tonight,” he said. As I was about to walk past him, his hand reached for mine. He circled his hold around my arm and led me to the side

Sit with me.” 

I didn’t try to pull away

The room was dark, except for the dim light hanging on the ceiling. Slow music resounded from the speaker, making the room have more of a romantic vibe

You had questions,I said, trying to remind him of the reason he was here. It wasn’t the reason I had invited him, and a part of me knew he was well aware of that

YesHis words trailed as his eyes sized me up, stopping at my cleavage

There I was already having an effect on him, and the night was yet to begin

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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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