Empire's Legacy♔

Chapter 4

Jay's POV

I opened the door to the guest bedroom and saw Bey sitting at the edge of the bed, talking on the phone. I looked around the room and there were a few duffle bags packed.

"Okay. It'll only be for a couple of nights, thanks sis. Love you." She hung up and stared at me, with dried up tear stains on her cheeks.

"What do you want, Shawn?" She asked just above a whisper.

"What the hell is this, Beyonce?" I said pointing to the duffle bags.

"Quiet, you're going to wake up Blue." I sighed and grabbed her hand, leading her to the bedroom. I closed the door behind her and watched as she sat criss-cross on the bed.

"Why do you have your bags packed, Bey?" I asked, breaking the silence. She tilted her head and threw a pillow at me as she cursed a few words.

"Cause you did this to us, Shawn. You!.... I-I need a break." I sighed and walked closer to her and grabbed her hand as she tried to snatch it away but I held it tighter.

"I know I did this to us Bey, i'm sorry baby. But we can work through this. You and Blue are everything to me, you know that. We can work through this, Bey." I said as she cried silently into my chest.

"Why didn't you just tell me, Shawn? I couldn't even find out from my husband. Had to find out from that bitch, Wendy. Why couldn't you just be honest with me, Jay?" She asked and looked into my eyes. I instantly felt guilty when I looked into her teary, shiny, hurting eyes. I kissed the tears that were rolling down her face, away.

"I was Bey, I really was. But we were doing so good and I didn't want to mess that up." She shook her head and removed herself from my arms and moving away from me completely.

"That explains that certain amount of money that's been missing every month. That explains why you would always leave at night. That explains why you're always going out of town.... Have you been seeing her too, Shawn? Ho-"

"No. No. No. I am not seeing her and I haven't touched her. Anytime I would be there was for my son. That's it." I interrupted, and looking at her cry even harder than before.

"I can't trust you anymore, Shawn. You or that bitch. I don't trust her for shit.. I want a DNA test. And if you don't get one....i'm leaving."

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Chris's POV:

I just finished up at the studio and I went into the hallway to make a call before I leave when I heard strange noises coming from the room down the hall. Curiosity got the best of me and I started walking toward the noises. I opened the door slowly not knowing what was on the other side. I opened the door when suddenly, one guy popped out from behind and pointed a gun to my chest. My heart started racing and my breathing quickened. All I could think about was if I was going to leave here alive tonight.

There was 2 men in the room, dressed in nothing but black. One was pointing a gun to my chest and the other standing behind him starring. I was standing there with my hands up, wondering what to do when the man pointing the gun at me, spoke.

"What are you doing here this late at night? Did Jay send you? " The man asked.

"N-no, i was just here recording. I have no idea what's going on, I swear." I said studdering, hoping they'd believe me. Both men looked at me, trying to figure out if I was lying or not.

"Well it looks like we're just going to have to -" The man that wasn't holding the gun said, until he was interupted by the sudden sound of people talking outside the room. They both stayed completely quiet and gave me a look to do the same.