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Beyonce Knowles Solange's Home
May 23, 2025
As Solange's eyes watered, she quickly closed the gap between us, wrapping me in a tight embrace. I winced slightly from the residual pain of my recent ordeal, drawing a concerned look from her.
"What happened? What did they do to you?" she asked, her voice cracking with emotion.
"I'm okay, I'm healing," I reassured her, even though the sight of Rihanna crying on the floor made my face scrunch up in confusion.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"Oh... just another fake bitch who was working with them," Solange spat out, her disgust evident.
Shocked, I could barely process the betrayal.
"Rihanna?" I called out, my voice heavy with disbelief.
Through her tears, Rihanna managed to say, "I'm so sorry. I never wanted to hurt anybody."
Before I could react, Solange walked over to her and hit her twice with the gun.
"Solo, stop," I said.
"The fuck you mean stop?" Solange retorted, glaring at me.
"I'm tired of the violence right now. Just lock her ass up," I said firmly, exhausted by everything, I wanted it to stop.
Solange turned her attention back to Rihanna.
"How did you get involved with them?" she demanded.
Heaving with sobs, Rihanna choked out, "He threatened my family back home, he had people surrounding my family home in Barbados."
"You should've told us," I said, my disappointment showing.
"I couldn't," Rihanna whispered, her voice breaking.
"You went against your best friend," I said, my voice thick with betrayal. "This whole time you acted like you wanted her to get help, and you were so fucking concerned."
Rihanna's voice shook as she responded, "No, I promise I was... Greg came to me once Trevante got locked up and threatened me."
"What information did you give them?" Solange asked her.
"Anything he wanted to know, most importantly your addresses," Rihanna confessed, her voice breaking. "He would just track my phone."
Solange let out a bitter, angry laugh. "Fuck."
"This is so fucked up," I muttered, feeling the anger and disbelief swirling inside me.
Facing Rihanna with a cold glare, Solange said, "You're going to get what's yours, I promise you."
