She plays for money. They play for keeps.

A Beynika love story.

Connected.

"I was the voice Beyoncé couldn't stop craving." "...And you were also the shadow I never saw watching me." And this was "XO, Anonymous!"

just read.

A fake engagement was never part of the plan.

Sequel to Stuck In Texas.

"Fuck this shit." I kissed my teeth, growing even more impatient. I pivoted on my feet, ready to go back to my car but stopped when I heard a low voice speak. "You came?" If my hearing wasn't impeccable, I would've thought that was just the wind howling. I turned back to face the door and there stood Nicki. The first thing I noticed was how drained she looked. Her almond eyes almost unrecognisable with how puffy and red they were. Her nose looked permanently tainted pink. And she looked sickly, as if she'd vomit at any point. My brows furrowed as my eyes were trained on her every move. "I did."

𝑴𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏, 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏, 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏... Just when 20-year-old Beyoncé Knowles feels as if her life is going up in flames for the millionth time, her guardian angel shows up in the form of an altruistic, gorgeous, yet intimidating businesswoman named Onika Maraj.