Chapter Eleven: Vanessa Plays Dirty
Celia had learned two important lessons since waking up as Beverly:
1. Rich people had way too much free time.
2. Vanessa used all of hers plotting evil.
The proof came the next morning when Celia's phone exploded with notifications.
Lila burst into her room, flapping her tablet like a wounded bird. "Beverly! Vanessa just went live. You need to see this!"
Celia rubbed her eyes. "Does it involve her crying pretty tears again?"
"Worse," Lila hissed, shoving the screen in her face.
On it, Vanessa sat in a perfectly lit room, mascara smudged just enough to scream tragic but beautiful.
"Everyone," Vanessa said, voice breaking. "I wasn't going to say this, but Beverly… she's hiding something. A family secret that could destroy everything. I've kept quiet out of respect, but I can't anymore. People deserve the truth."
The comments were going wild.
VanessaStan: EXPOSE HER QUEEN 🔥
TeaSpiller: Family secret??? 👀
PrinceProtectionSquad: Protect Prince at all costs 💔
Celia's jaw dropped. "What family secret?! What is she even talking about?"
Lila clutched her pearls. "Beverly, darling, is it true?"
Celia threw her hands up. "How would I know? I just got here!"
Lila blinked. "Got here…?"
"Uh, got here… emotionally," Celia backtracked. "You know, spiritually. Namaste."
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By afternoon, #BeverlySecrets was trending. Memes. Speculation threads. Wild theories ranging from "secret love child" to "Beverly is actually a clone."
Celia groaned into her pillow. "Why couldn't I reincarnate as a tree? Trees don't get canceled."
Her phone buzzed. A message from Prince.
PRINCE: Dinner. Tonight. I'll pick you up.
Celia blinked. Dinner? Again? Is this man trying to date me or interrogate me?
She typed back:
CELIA (as Beverly): What if I say no?
PRINCE: Then I'll come anyway.
She stared at the screen. "This man… is dangerous."
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At dinner, Prince wasted no time.
"You've seen Vanessa's live?" he asked, sipping his wine.
Celia poked her fork at a suspiciously tiny piece of fish. "Oh, you mean her Oscar-worthy performance? Yeah. Ten out of ten, would not recommend."
He studied her face. "She said there's a family secret. Something you're hiding."
Celia forced a laugh. "Prince, if I had a family secret, do you think I'd broadcast it on Instagram? Please. I'd at least sell the rights to Netflix."
He didn't smile. His gaze was steady, searching.
"Beverly," he said quietly. "If there's something wrong… you can tell me."
Celia's chest tightened. For a second, she wanted to blurt everything — the reincarnation, the noodles, the sheer insanity of living someone else's life.
But she bit it back. He couldn't know. Not yet.
Instead, she leaned back with a smirk. "Relax, Prince. If anyone's got secrets, it's Vanessa. Probably hiding a collection of bad wigs."
This time, he did laugh — soft, reluctant, but real.
Still, his eyes lingered on her long after, like he knew she wasn't telling him everything.
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The next day, Celia found herself at another influencer event — some luxury perfume launch where everyone smelled like bankruptcy.
She was doing her best to blend in when Vanessa appeared, flanked by her entourage.
"Well, well," Vanessa purred. "If it isn't Beverly the Brave. Tell me, how's it feel knowing the internet is tearing you apart?"
Celia plastered on a smile. "Feels great, actually. Engagement's up, followers are multiplying. Honestly, Vanessa, you should thank me for keeping you relevant."
The crowd around them gasped. Vanessa's smile tightened.
"Oh, don't worry," Vanessa said sweetly. "Relevance is easy when you've got dirt. And I've got plenty on you."
Celia tilted her head. "Then spill it. Right here. Right now. Or are you just allergic to facts?"
Gasps again. Phones came out. People were filming.
Vanessa's eyes narrowed. She clearly hadn't expected Celia to fight back. With a tight smile, she turned on her heel and stormed off, her heels stabbing the marble like gunshots.
Celia exhaled. Okay. Survived that one. Barely.
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That night, she dreamed of Beverly again.
"You're poking the beast," Beverly warned, arms crossed. "Vanessa knows something. Something about my father."
Celia's stomach twisted. "What does she know?"
But Beverly only shook her head. "If you're not careful, she'll destroy us both."
Celia woke up drenched in sweat.
Destroy them both?
Well, she wasn't about to let Vanessa win. Not in this life.
She grabbed her phone, opened Instagram, and typed a caption for her next post:
"People love to talk about my secrets. Cute. Stay tuned, because when I spill tea… it burns."
She hit post, smirked, and whispered into the dark:
"Your move, Vanessa."Chapter Eleven: Vanessa Plays Dirty
Celia had learned two important lessons since waking up as Beverly:
1. Rich people had way too much free time.
2. Vanessa used all of hers plotting evil.
The proof came the next morning when Celia's phone exploded with notifications.
Lila burst into her room, flapping her tablet like a wounded bird. "Beverly! Vanessa just went live. You need to see this!"
Celia rubbed her eyes. "Does it involve her crying pretty tears again?"
"Worse," Lila hissed, shoving the screen in her face.
On it, Vanessa sat in a perfectly lit room, mascara smudged just enough to scream tragic but beautiful.
"Everyone," Vanessa said, voice breaking. "I wasn't going to say this, but Beverly… she's hiding something. A family secret that could destroy everything. I've kept quiet out of respect, but I can't anymore. People deserve the truth."
The comments were going wild.
VanessaStan: EXPOSE HER QUEEN 🔥
TeaSpiller: Family secret??? 👀
PrinceProtectionSquad: Protect Prince at all costs 💔
Celia's jaw dropped. "What family secret?! What is she even talking about?"
Lila clutched her pearls. "Beverly, darling, is it true?"
Celia threw her hands up. "How would I know? I just got here!"
Lila blinked. "Got here…?"
"Uh, got here… emotionally," Celia backtracked. "You know, spiritually. Namaste."
⸻
By afternoon, #BeverlySecrets was trending. Memes. Speculation threads. Wild theories ranging from "secret love child" to "Beverly is actually a clone."
Celia groaned into her pillow. "Why couldn't I reincarnate as a tree? Trees don't get canceled."
Her phone buzzed. A message from Prince.
PRINCE: Dinner. Tonight. I'll pick you up.
Celia blinked. Dinner? Again? Is this man trying to date me or interrogate me?
She typed back:
CELIA (as Beverly): What if I say no?
PRINCE: Then I'll come anyway.
She stared at the screen. "This man… is dangerous."
⸻
At dinner, Prince wasted no time.
"You've seen Vanessa's live?" he asked, sipping his wine.
Celia poked her fork at a suspiciously tiny piece of fish. "Oh, you mean her Oscar-worthy performance? Yeah. Ten out of ten, would not recommend."
He studied her face. "She said there's a family secret. Something you're hiding."
Celia forced a laugh. "Prince, if I had a family secret, do you think I'd broadcast it on Instagram? Please. I'd at least sell the rights to Netflix."
He didn't smile. His gaze was steady, searching.
"Beverly," he said quietly. "If there's something wrong… you can tell me."
Celia's chest tightened. For a second, she wanted to blurt everything — the reincarnation, the noodles, the sheer insanity of living someone else's life.
But she bit it back. He couldn't know. Not yet.
Instead, she leaned back with a smirk. "Relax, Prince. If anyone's got secrets, it's Vanessa. Probably hiding a collection of bad wigs."
This time, he did laugh — soft, reluctant, but real.
Still, his eyes lingered on her long after, like he knew she wasn't telling him everything.
⸻
The next day, Celia found herself at another influencer event — some luxury perfume launch where everyone smelled like bankruptcy.
She was doing her best to blend in when Vanessa appeared, flanked by her entourage.
"Well, well," Vanessa purred. "If it isn't Beverly the Brave. Tell me, how's it feel knowing the internet is tearing you apart?"
Celia plastered on a smile. "Feels great, actually. Engagement's up, followers are multiplying. Honestly, Vanessa, you should thank me for keeping you relevant."
The crowd around them gasped. Vanessa's smile tightened.
"Oh, don't worry," Vanessa said sweetly. "Relevance is easy when you've got dirt. And I've got plenty on you."
Celia tilted her head. "Then spill it. Right here. Right now. Or are you just allergic to facts?"
Gasps again. Phones came out. People were filming.
Vanessa's eyes narrowed. She clearly hadn't expected Celia to fight back. With a tight smile, she turned on her heel and stormed off, her heels stabbing the marble like gunshots.
Celia exhaled. Okay. Survived that one. Barely.
⸻
That night, she dreamed of Beverly again.
"You're poking the beast," Beverly warned, arms crossed. "Vanessa knows something. Something about my father."
Celia's stomach twisted. "What does she know?"
But Beverly only shook her head. "If you're not careful, she'll destroy us both."
Celia woke up drenched in sweat.
Destroy them both?
Well, she wasn't about to let Vanessa win. Not in this life.
She grabbed her phone, opened Instagram, and typed a caption for her next post:
"People love to talk about my secrets. Cute. Stay tuned, because when I spill tea… it burns."
She hit post, smirked, and whispered into the dark:
"Your move, Vanessa."