It's 2006 and Beyonce just released her newest album "B'Day." She's on the covers of Vogue, adding more Grammy's to her collection and soon becoming the next best thing. In the middle of her popularity, she travels back home to Louisiana for her mot...
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BEYONCE MADE HER WAY BACK TO THE management building. When she saw Edward, entering his red car, she quickly snuck inside. He looked at her in confusion while she shut the door, anger evident on her features. Almost instantly, he awkwardly chuckled, raising his hands. "I know you may be upset—."
"Upset? I'm livid! I had to find out from the damn internet I'm getting married in two weeks." She held her phone with a tight grip. "How could you do this to me? Especially when I told you this wasn't what I wanted."
"And I told you, this is for the best." He simply shrugged. "Look, there is nothing you can do to change this. The press already knows and I know you're not willing to create a mess around your name."
"You already have! When I signed with you guys, you promised you would keep my brand clean and you've failed."
"We've failed? You're the one who decided to cheat on Jay Z at the beach. You've single-handedly almost cost us all the brand deals, the endorsements, hell even your fans are upset with you."
One thing Beyonce cared about was her fans and their opinions of her. She never wanted to let them down because she understood they looked up to her. She could only imagine what they were saying about her and it made her head spin.
"There's a hashtag trending on Myspace. #Beyoncheater." Edward pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. "But this marriage news will overshadow all the rumors and people will forget. We just need to show them how in love you two are."
"We're not in love." She scoffed. "And we'll never be."
"You may not be." He raised his right eyebrow and she frowned. "What does that mean?"
"Who do you think came up with this brilliant idea?" He asked, a smirk resting on his lips. "It was Shawn. He saw how the media turned on you and he offered a solution. He even promised to give you the $10 million dollar investments you lost once you marry him."
She felt sick to her stomach, life with Jay Z sounded like prison. She clenched her jaw, shaking her head. She should have known Shawn would try to fuck her over like this, she just didn't expect him to do something on this scale.
He began to chuckle. "I mean this guy is a saint! I don't understand why you don't appreciate him. Who knows, you may even come to love him and have a beautiful family."
She didn't find anything funny so she wasn't understanding why he was laughing. "Fuck you."
Edward's face hardened and his eyes narrowed slightly. She felt her blood beginning to boil. "I will use all my power to make sure this doesn't happen."
"You have no power." He pressed his lips together, a deadly glare evident in his eyes. "You don't ever want to fuck with me, Beyonce. It would only hurt you in the end. Besides, your contract is valid for the next 10 years. You're not going anywhere."
