12 Chapter (12) Broken Vows
Triskelion Medical Facility,
Manhattan New York.
In the hushed atmosphere of the hospital room, Vanessa Mariana cradles her baby close to her chest, her heart racing with a mixture of fear and uncertainty.
This precious dumpling in her arms is not from her husband, but a stranger she met by chance. At first, she believed it was a grave mistake, so she chose to forget everything that happened that night.
On that fateful night, she had attended a party with her husband Wilson Fisk, but he had to leave for some reason. Feeling sad and lonely, poor woman encountered Darius, a green eyed hottie with blond hair. He was a damn handsome hunk for a woman like her in late thirties hungry for affection.
Unable to control her desire, she jumped on him, and both ventured to his hotel in a presidential suite. The room was locked, a handsome man and a enchanting woman alone, pouring their hearts out, drinking glasses of wine one by one. Mistakes were destined to happen; no one knows when they lost themselves in lust.
They didn't even know who initiated it, but they passionately kissed, violently tore each other's clothes, until they finally fucked each other like rabbits.
After the intense encounter, the man left without a word, leaving only his business card on the side table of the room while she lay naked on the bed, which was pungent and dirty from their loving fluids.
In the morning, she found herself without a single piece of clothing, as the man had already destroyed everything she owned. Her vagina was swollen, and the experience felt akin to rape, with her body marked by several of his teeth impressions.
Even her knees, breasts, and nipples were bleeding. But, acknowledging that it was her own culpability, she resigned herself to the situation, accepting her fate and remaining silent.
She recognized that she had no choice; the burden of betraying her husband weighed heavily on her fragile self, leading her to blame herself rather than others.
Until one day, she found herself pregnant. At that moment, she felt as if lightning had struck her soul.
She vividly remembers how the man had always used condoms, each time she had playfully slipped them onto his penis with her own mouth – at least eight times in total.
She recalls how he had even complimented her for this gesture, his words mingling with the tender pat on her head that night. But amidst it all, she also remembers the sourness in her throat that day, as taking that thing inside her mouth wasn't an easy feat.
If they had used protection, then why is she now in this situation?
But all of this doesn't matter as her husband now knows about this and wants to kill her, leaving her feeling lost, scared, and alone.
Meanwhile, on the other hand, Carol stands by the room's window, observing the woman's continuous weeping for two hours. Initially, when she rescued her, Carol felt she had performed admirably, living up to her marvelous name.
That is, until the woman named Vanessa disclosed the reason for her distress.
It had only been a month since Carol freed herself from the Kree Empire's control, leaving her with little money, though she didn't have much to begin with.
She genuinely wanted to help, but even the hotel she currently resides in was arranged by Nick.
However, upon seeing the baby's sparkling green eyes in Vanessa's arms, Carol couldn't resist offering further aid.
She reached out to Nick Fury, who directed her to this government-sanctioned facility.
After all, he needed to be on the good side of Captain Marvel, and knowing that Miss is taking an interest in helping poor people, he felt extremely pleased—it was like the feeling of 'I didn't trust the wrong person.'
At this moment, Captain Marvel couldn't help but feel envious of the rich.
Despite her formidable strength and ability to obliterate anything, she was still financially poor compared to others.
Back in the room, while she cares for the green-eyed child, Vanessa isn't a child, so there is no reason to be soft on such a woman.
Thus, she questions her sharply.
"Why did you cheat on your husband, Vanessa? I mean, when you're crying like this, you shouldn't have done that to begin with," Carol's words pierce through the tense air.
Hearing this Vanessa's eyes well up with more tears, her voice trembling as she struggles to explain herself.
"I'm sorry... I... I did it because he couldn't give me what I needed," she stammers.
And then she cries even harder, her sobs threatening to wake the baby in her arms.
Carol's expression softens slightly as she interjects, her eyes drooping with fatigue. "I don't really care about your reasons. I just needed to know, since I'm involved in this too. I hope your lover shows up soon. I had to catch a quick nap, you know."
Vanessa's shoulders slump in defeat as she recounts her struggles in her marriage.
"When I married him, I thought he was strong, or at least he appeared to be. But he never laid a finger on me. Our marriage is nothing more than a formality, a court marriage, so we didn't even share a kiss. I waited for him alone for several nights, but he's always too busy with his business, leaving me to feel like a widow for over ten years ...what kind of husband would do this .. you tell me,"
Sniff... weeping... crying...
Carol raises an eyebrow, her amusement evident. She comes back with her signature all-knowing, annoying smile,
"So, you turned to a young boy because you couldn't control your hormones? What the hell. And here I thought women in C53 were more reserved,"
"It's not about being reserved... My husband... He's also a gangster. He pretends to be a corporate, but he isn't... He kills, he destroys, he takes whatever he likes," Vanessa says, her big oriental eyes red along with her white Asian cheeks. A strand of hair falls over her face, adding to her distraught appearance, giving her a somewhat sinister aura.
"But above all, he didn't love me. One night, I caught him with another woman... and then it dawned on me. The reason..Why?.. he never touched me and it wasn't because he didn't want to, but because he couldn't... he's limp down there." she struggles to say the words.
"Pft... hahha, well that's kinda sad. I didn't know. Now that I've helped you, I might as well wait for your lover to arrive." Carol's eyes widen in surprise, a flicker of understanding crossing her features.
Although she herself is an unmarried maiden, she understands the pain of having a husband who can't even perform the easiest task, especially when it brings so much pleasure.
Vanessa's gaze drifts towards her daughter, who lies peacefully beside her. The child bears a striking resemblance to the only man she has ever been with. Tears continue to flow, as she is plagued with insecurity about her future, but mostly it's because of guilt.
"Will he gonna accept us?" Vanessa questions, seeking reassurance from straight-talking Captain Marvel, but she is met with a blunt response.
"Not if he's scum."
Hearing this, Vanessa's heart sinks deeper into chaos. At that moment, a nurse interrupts,
"Ma'am, a gentleman named Darius wishes to meet you. Should I let him in?"
At this moment, Carol Danvers is filled with newfound energy.
"Goddamit.... finally he came, I can finally sleep now. Let him in," she exclaims.
After a while, the door creaks open and Darius enters the room. As Carol observes him, she realizes why Vanessa strayed from her husband—this man is undeniably attractive. However, now is not the time for such thoughts.
She looks at them both with understanding.
"Alright... I'm Carol Danvers. You can talk with her, but remember, I'm hoping for a resolution as I'm involved in this. Don't disappoint me," Carol says in a somewhat threatening tone.
Darius, on the other hand, harbors bad premonitions in his heart. Ignoring Captain Marvel, he moves towards Vanessa, giving a subtle nod to acknowledge her presence.
Carol then leaves the room, leaving both of them alone.
At this moment, Vanessa speaks, her voice trembling with emotion.
"I can explain...."
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Fisk tower, Hells kitchen.
New York.
In the almost dark room, with only a single red light casting a dim glow, Wilson Fisk sits behind his imposing desk. The soft glow of a lone lamp illuminates his mighty figure, the ember of a cigar between his fingers adding to the ominous atmosphere. His eyes gleam with killing intent as recent events have only stoked the flames of his inner rage.
As his loyal subordinate, James Wesley, enters the room, he bows to his boss.
"Boss, you were right," he begins, his voice laced with urgency.
"They've called for the man, we found him, and he has the same green eyes."
Fisk's menacing aura intensifies as he leans forward, a sinister smirk curling his lips.
His eyes widen with anticipation as he responds with contemptuous fury.
"Who the hell is that son of a bitch?" he growls.
"Darius Inferno, sir. Currently, he's with Madame, but that mysterious woman is also with them. Should I instruct our men to act?" Wesley queries.
Fisk pauses, a calculated gleam in his eyes. "No, I'll handle this personally. There's someone who can assist me, but it may come at a steep price. Nevertheless, it's a risk worth taking."
As his subordinates depart, Fisk retrieves a blue card from his desk drawer. Emblazoned with the name "Mutants Brotherhood," it bears contact information known only to a select few.
He hastily dials the number on the card, anticipation building as it rings on the other end.
Finally, a voice answers, and Fisk wastes no time getting to the point.
"Tell Magneto, I surrender to him."
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