just read.
This book contains mature themes, explicit language, and scenes of a sexual nature intended for adult audiences only. It is rated R and is not suitable for readers under the age of 18.
Trigger Warning:
This book also includes depictions o...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Onika Maraj Bey's Home
July 12, 2025
"Everything" I said.
Beyonce and Solange looked at each other, as if they were trying to figure out what they wanted to say to me. I was tired of being left in the dark, mainly about my own father.
I knew he wasn't any good, clearly... but, there's more to it.
"What are you talking about baby?" beyonce asked.
I looked at her with a blank stare, I don't know why she's acting so damn clueless. "About my father, Tre.. all of this shit, I want to know because I have a feeling yall do"
"You're pregnant sister I don't know if you-..." solange said but I stopped her. i'm pregnant, not impaired or slow.
"Solange, I can handle it. I was almost killed, had to basically fight for me and my babies lives, I am good trust me" I said.
Beyoncé let out this heavy sigh, like she was bracing herself for whatever she was about to drop on me. She looked straight at me, her face all serious.
"Our fathers... they're all tied up in some messy shit together."
I raised an eyebrow, trying to figure out where she was going with this. "What do you mean?"
She rubbed her face, looking frustrated and tired. "Drug business. They got mixed up with Sonya and her husband, Tre's parents, got themselves deep in debt. And they had to pay it back in a way no father should've."
I narrowed my eyes, the confusion turning into something closer to dread.
"What do you mean, pay it back? How?"
The room went dead quiet, like even the air got heavy. Beyoncé looked down, and Solange shifted beside her, looking uncomfortable.
Solange finally spoke, her voice flat. "They sold us."
I let out a short, nervous laugh, looking between them, waiting for them to crack a smile or something.
"Sold who?" I asked, but their faces stayed stone-cold serious. That laugh died quick, and suddenly it wasn't funny at all.
Beyoncé looked back up at me, her voice breaking a little. "You and Solange."
It felt like my whole world tilted, like I couldn't breathe for a second. A tear slipped down my cheek before I even realized I was crying, and I wiped it away fast, like that would somehow make the truth less real.
But it just stayed there, hanging heavy between us.
