𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐦 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧

" Confrontations And Confessions "

Beyoncé walked into her apartment, her mind still reeling from the intense encounter with Onika. She closed the door behind her and took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart. As she turned the corner into her living room, she stopped abruptly. Her father was sitting on the couch, his face a mixture of concern and anger.

"Papa?" Beyoncé said, her voice barely above a whisper.

He stood up, his eyes never leaving her. "Beyoncé, we need to talk."

She swallowed hard, feeling a knot form in her stomach. "About what?"

"About you and your job here in America," he said, his voice stern. "I received a call from a... friend. He told me about your involvement with the President."

Beyoncé's eyes widened in shock. "What? How?"

He shook his head, disappointment etched in his features. "I have my ways. How could you get involved in something so dangerous, so reckless?"

She looked away, feeling a mix of guilt and frustration. "It's not like that, Papa."

"Then explain it to me," he demanded. "Because from where I stand, it looks like you've put yourself in a very precarious situation."

Beyoncé took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. "Onika... she's different. It's complicated."

"Complicated?" he scoffed. "Beyoncé, you're playing with fire. Do you have any idea what could happen if this gets out?"

She met his gaze, her eyes filled with determination. "I love her, Papa."

His expression softened, but the worry in his eyes remained. "Love? Beyoncé, love shouldn't put you in danger."

"It's not like that," she insisted. "Onika... she protects me."

He sighed, rubbing his temples. "I don't know what to say. I came here to convince you to come back home, but now... I'm not sure what to think."

Beyoncé walked over to him, taking his hands in hers. "Papa, please understand. This is where I need to be. This is who I need to be with."

Beyoncé watched as her father, Matthew, paced the room, his frustration palpable. The tension was thick, and each word seemed to cut deeper.

"Beyoncé," he said, his voice sharp, "this isn't love. It's an obsession. Robyn was one thing, but Onika? That's crossing a line."

Beyoncé's heart ached at the harshness of his words. "Papa, it's not like that. You don't understand."

"Understand what?" Matthew shot back. "Understand that you're repeating the same mistakes? I warned you about Robyn. And now, with Onika? You're heading down a dangerous path."

Beyoncé's eyes filled with tears. "It's not the same. Onika is different. I care about her deeply."

"Different?" Matthew's voice was incredulous. "You're fooling yourself. This isn't about love. It's about your need for something unattainable. And you know what happens when you chase after the unattainable."

Beyoncé's voice wavered as she tried to defend herself. "That's not fair. I've been trying to build something real with Onika. It's not about what you think."

Matthew's face grew stern. "It's not about fairness. It's about reality. Robyn's death... I always worried it was your fault. That somehow, you being with her put her in danger. And now, you're with someone more dangerous. Do you understand what that means? It's a pattern."