Nicki Minaj and her talented entourage have been turning up the heat in the music industry! Sparks are flying as they clash with fellow superstars like Lil Kim and Cardi B - it certainly makes for an exciting and dramatic scene!
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CARDI B: (fed up) Offset, cut the crap. I need to know what's going on.
OFFSET: (reluctant) Okay, okay. Latto and I had a little disagreement about the setlist. That's it.
Cardi B's eyes narrow, unconvinced.
CARDI B: (sarcastic) A disagreement? You better not be playing me, Offset.
The call ends, leaving Cardi B with a lingering sense of unease.
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INT. LATTO'S TOUR BUS - NIGHT
Latto looks guilty, knowing she's caught in the middle.
LATTO: (to Offset) This is getting too complicated, Offset. Cardi's not dumb.
OFFSET: (frustrated) She can't find out about us, Latto. Not now.
LATTO: (nervous) I can't keep lying to her. It's not fair.
OFFSET: (urgent) We'll figure it out, but for now, we stick to the plan.
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INT. LATTO'S TOUR BUS - NIGHT
Latto and Offset sit across from each other, engaged in a tense conversation.
LATTO: (whispering) Offset, Cardi's not stupid. She's gonna figure it out sooner or later.
OFFSET: (leaning in) We just need to be careful. Keep our stories straight.
LATTO: (skeptical) Offset, I'm not comfortable lying to her like this. We gotta come clean.
OFFSET: (frustrated) Latto, we can't do that now. It'll ruin everything.
Latto looks conflicted, rubbing her pregnant belly.
LATTO: (softly) What about these babies? We're bringing them into a mess.
OFFSET: (reassuring) We'll figure it out. Once the tour's over, we can talk to Cardi together.
LATTO: (sighs) Offset, this is a lot to handle. I never signed up for all this drama.
OFFSET: (serious) We made choices, Latto. Now we deal with the consequences.
They sit in silence, the weight of their secret hanging in the air.
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INT. CARDI B'S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
Cardi B paces nervously, still suspicious.
CARDI B: (to herself) Something ain't right. I need to find out what's really going on.
She grabs her phone, determined to get to the bottom of things.
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INT. OFFSET'S TOUR BUS - NIGHT
Offset and Latto continue their conversation.
OFFSET: (softly) Latto, I love you. We'll get through this, I promise.
Latto looks into Offset's eyes, torn between love and guilt.
LATTO: (whispering) I love you too, Offset. But this secret... it's gonna break someone's heart.
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INT. CARDI B'S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
Cardi B anxiously awaits Offset's response as she clutches her phone.
CARDI B: (muttering) Come on, Offset, tell me the truth.
Offset enters the spare bedroom, glancing at the sleeping Latto.
OFFSET: (calmly) Babe, there's nothing going on. You gotta trust me.
CARDI B: (holding back tears) I just... I need to be sure. I can't take more lies.
OFFSET: (smirking) Cardi, I promise. It's all good. You're the only one for me.
Cardi wipes away a tear and composes herself as she decides to change the topic.
CARDI B: Look, I got something to show you. Remember that baby pump we talked about?
Offset feigns surprise, hiding his guilt.
OFFSET: Oh, right. Yeah, let's see it.
Cardi B grabs the fake baby pump and proudly shows it to the camera.
CARDI B: (smiling) I've been working on this for you. It's not just about the baby; it's about us.
OFFSET: (trying to act touched) Cardi, that's... that's real sweet.
As Cardi B ends the call, her facade cracks. She cradles the baby pump, staring at it with a mix of hope and sadness.
CARDI B: (whispering) Maybe this will fix us.
Suddenly, the weight of the situation hits her. Cardi B breaks down, shattering the fragile baby pump and sending shards of glass flying across the room.
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INT. CARDI B'S LIVING ROOM - LATER
The room is in disarray—broken vases, glass everywhere. Cardi B sits amidst the chaos, holding onto the shattered baby pump.
CARDI B: (crying) What have I done?
Her tears fall as she contemplates the broken pieces of her relationship.
