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She was the crown jewel of Ridgewood High—until the people she trusted the most ripped her off her throne. Humiliated, heartbroken, and betrayed, Brielle Kingston disappeared without a trace.

But queens don’t stay buried forever.

A year later, she's back with a new name, a new face, and a savage plan for revenge. As Bee Rivera, she’s unrecognizable—fiercer, smarter, and ready to reclaim everything they stole.

From whispered secrets in the hallways to masked parties and love triangles with dangerous consequences, Bee will expose every lie, every betrayal... and make them regret ever underestimating her.

This time, it’s not just about popularity.
It’s about power.
And Bee didn’t come to play—she came to rule.

Queen Bee Reloaded

Next Day – Ridgewood High Library

Bee strutted into the library like she was the main character of a movie—and honestly, she was.

Sunglasses indoors? Check. Attitude for days? Double check.

Kai Navarro barely looked up from his laptop, the glow of the screen making his smirk even sharper.

Without a word, Kai slid a tiny flash drive across the table like they were trading state secrets.

Bee arched an eyebrow but snatched it up anyway. She found an empty computer, plugged it in—

—and almost fell out of her chair.

Screenshots. Audio files. Full-on video clips.

Not just student gossip—teacher bribes, Hailey's fake college applications, Violet's side hustle selling answers, Serena's parents' unpaid school donations.

Bee grinned slowly, the kind that could start wars.

"You're not the only one who hates this school's fake-ass royalty."

"Good. I came armed, but you? You just handed me nuclear codes."

Kai shrugged, like betraying half the school was no biggie.

But his eyes stayed locked on her, like he was studying her reactions.

Dangerous game, Navarro. Hope you're ready to lose.

Hailey Monroe perched on the top row, nails tapping against her phone screen.

Beside her, Serena Lee shifted nervously, glancing around like the walls had ears.

Hailey showed Serena a blurry old photo.

Bee Rivera—no, Brielle Kingston—beaten up, mascara-streaked, tiny and trembling.

"Not even Daddy could fix her failures."

"Time to remind everyone that a crown can cover a lot of trash."

"Maybe we're going too far... She's not the same girl anymore."

Hailey's smile dropped, her tone icy.

"She's still trash. Dress it up however you want."

Lunchtime – Ridgewood Gossip Central

Bee was halfway through her iced latte when the alert buzzed her phone:

BREAKING: New Girl = Old Trash? Receipts loading. #Exposed #FakeRoyalty

Bee chuckled darkly, like a villain hearing their name whispered in fear.

Cute. They thought that'd scare her?

By third period, the hallways were splitting into camps.

Whispers. Side-eyes. Quick glances like she was a walking ghost.

Bee flipped her hair and kept walking.

If they wanted a monster, they were about to meet a goddamn legend.

Bee tossed her gym bag into her trunk when a figure in a black hoodie stepped out from behind a nearby SUV.

Face masked. Aviators hiding their eyes.

Bee tensed instantly. Ridgewood had clout chasers, sure—but this felt different.

"Told you to watch your back, Queen."

Didn't give them the satisfaction.

"You're cute thinking you can scare me."

"Not scared. Just... entertained."

Before she could demand answers, they melted into the afterschool crowd.

Bee stared after them, heart pounding harder than she wanted to admit.

New rule: No more underestimating the shadows.

Later That Night – Bee's Bedroom

Bee sat cross-legged on her bed, hoodie pulled over her head, deep in war mode.

The walls were lined with printed screenshots. Strings connecting people. Motives. Secrets.

Bee stabbed a glitter pen right through it.

"You wanted war. You should've built a better army."

Tomorrow. Library. 4 PM. Bring backup.

Backup? Oh honey, she was the backup

Watch the throne