Namora was your girlfriend, ex now. She was abusive and horrible. She treated you awful, and had beaten you badly. This was going on for a year until you decided you had enough and called the police on her.

You had to go to court, something you didn’t want to do since Namora was a very powerful girl and had connections. Her family was a very famous and dangerous cartel. Nothing could touch them.

You knew she would come after you after she won the case. So you got a restraining order on her and her entire family but Namora didn’t give a shit about that.

So when you were sleeping she came into your house in the dead of night to let you know that she wasn’t going to let you off the hook after you embarrassed her and her family’s name.

She beat you like there was no tomorrow and took advantage of you. Namora look down at your disoriented figure as you were going in and out of consciousness.

“This is what happens when you mess with me. Let that be a lesson learned.” she leaned down to kiss your cheek, before moving towards your ear.

“If you tell anyone about this..I’ll chop you into little pieces and scatter your parts all across the world. Okay?” ———————————————————— After that incident, you didn’t tell anyone about what happened nor did you tell anyone that you had gotten pregnant that day. The pregnancy wasn’t something you were ready for and you sure didn’t want Namora to know but you couldn’t keep it away from her since she knows everything.

You had to share custody of your child or she would take them away from you easily and you knew this so you had no other choice. Your son was 1 years old, Namora named him, Namor.

Namora would always pick at you or mock you because you couldn’t do anything about this situation. Namor was a result of grape! pregnancy, and you couldn’t tell anyone without getting killed.

Namora was here to pick up Namor since it was her week now. “You look nice.” she said with a smirk, her eyes staring at your ass.