Families can be a bit confusing. And not just when it comes to behavior and relationships, but also when it comes to bloodlines. Today, many companies use genetics to trace your ancestors, all the way back to many generations. These very companies have researched famous celebrities and found out some surprising facts about their antecedents.
Bright Side delved into just a handful of these celebrities and found some relationships. Enough for us to exclaim that history truly repeats itself.
1. Beyoncé Knowles is the 25th cousin of Queen Elizabeth II.
Beyoncé Knowles, well known for being music royalty, has royal blood running in her veins too. She is the 25th cousin to Queen Elizabeth, once removed since they both share King Henry II as a common ancestor.
2. Angelina Jolie has lineage from King Phillip II of France.
King Phillip II of France ruled from 1180 to 1223 and is known to have brought financial stability to his country. He also increased the royal coffers. Actress Angelina Jolie carries French royal blood considering she is a direct descendant of Philip II. Strangely enough, she played Queen Olympias in the 2004 movie Alexander, opposite Val Kilmer’s Phillip II, only this was Phillip II of Macedonia.
3. Brad Pitt is a descendant of King Henry II of England.
Brad Pitt is no less royal either. He can trace his ancestry back to King Henry II of England, who ruled from 1154 until his death in 1189. Coincidentally, King Henry II’s wife, Eleanor of Aquitaine, was first married to French royalty, making Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie somewhat predestined to a failed marriage. This also makes Pitt a 25th cousin, twice removed, to Queen Elizabeth.
4. Jane Austen is Anna Chancellor’s great-aunt.
In 1995, Anna Chancellor starred as Caroline Bingley in Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice BBC Miniseries. But she has a deeper connection to Jane Austen as well. The highly venerated author is an 8-time great aunt to Chancellor.
5. H.H. Asquith is Helena Bonham Carter’s great-grandfather.
Helena Bonham Carter is best known for her off-the-beaten-path roles, like that of Mrs. Lovett in Sweeny Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street. But she comes from illustrious family background. Herbert Henry Asquith, the Prime Minister of the UK from 1908 to 1916, was her paternal great-grandfather. She is also related to Jane Austen, and subsequently to Anna Chancellor.
6. Harry Lloyd is a descendant of Charles Dickens.
Harry Lloyd, who plays Viserys Targaryen in Game of Thrones is the great-great-great-grandson of the famous Charles Dickens, the author. Lloyd’s mother, Marion is the descendant of the seventh child of Dickens, Henry Fielding Dickens, who in turn had 5 children.
7. Benedict Cumberbatch is the 16th cousin to King Richard III.
Benedict Cumberbatch is distantly related to King Richard III, who ruled England from 1452 to 1485. He was the last English king to have died during a battle, and later, there was a whole investigation into finding his remains, enough for a reburial. Cumberbatch, who plays Doctor Strange in the Marvel movies, is the 16th cousin to the king. He also read a poem at his royal ancestor’s reburial.
8. King Henry I is the ancestor of Sigourney Weaver.
There seem to be many celebrities who can trace their lineage right back to English kings. King Henry I, who ruled from 1100 to his death in 1135 may have died without a male heir, but his bloodlines spread far and wide. Actress Sigourney Weaver, known for her role in Alien, is a descendant of Henry I, and this also makes her the 24th cousin of the Queen, once removed.
9. Jake Gyllenhaal has antecedents back to King Edward III.
King Edward III ruled the English from 1312 to 1377 and is known as a rather conventional king, who pursued warfare but could also show great clemency. There are many celebrities who can claim blood relations with him, including Maggie and Jake Gyllenhaal. Others include Michael Douglas, Hillary Duff, and more.
10. Meghan Markle is related to William Shakespeare.
We know Meghan Markle is related to the British Royal Family, by way of her marrying Prince Harry, the Duke of Sussex. But she already has famous blood in her veins, considering she is cousins with the great playwright, William Shakespeare. Markle is a fifth cousin to the Bard, 12 times removed.
11. Ozzy Osbourne is related to Tsar Nicholas II, and more.
Then there is Ozzy Osbourne, and DNA might prove there is a method to his madness. Researchers say that the singer is not just a descendant of the Neanderthal man, but also a relative of outlaw Jesse James. But his claim to royal fame is with the last Russian Tsar, Nicholas II, whose entire family was wiped out in the revolution.
12. Cary Elwes is a descendant of infamous miser John Elwes.
Actor Cary Elwes is related to John Elwes. As a man, John Elwes may have been unremarkable except for the fact that he was an extreme miser. It is also alleged that he was Charles Dickens’s inspiration behind the miserly character, Ebenezer Scrooge, in the classic A Christmas Carol.
13. The Deschanel sisters are related to Louis IV of France.
Zooey and Emily Deschanel have both made their names in Hollywood. Zooey is the star of the series New Girl, while Emily Deschanel was the heroine of Bones. And both can lay claim to royal French blood, all the way back to King Louis IV of France, who ruled from 936 to 954.
14. Anderson Cooper is Cornelius Vanderbilt’s great-grandson.
Anchor and host Anderson Cooper is the great-grandson of Cornelius Vanderbilt, the shipping and railroad magnate whose familial wealth was once more than the US treasury. His mother, Gloria Vanderbilt was the granddaughter of Cornelius, but Cooper remembers deciding to start work early, considering the family fortunes were much diminished by the time he was in his teens.
15. Robert Pattinson is a descendant of Vlad the Impaler.
Robert Pattinson may have played the love-sick vampire, Edward Cullen, in the Twilight series, but he has a real-life blood connection to “Dracula.” Bram Stoker’s famous character was allegedly inspired by the Transylvania despot, Vlad the Impaler, and Pattinson is related to him, via the British royal family.
So which of these celebrity connections really caught your interest? Do you know of your family’s famous genealogical connections too?
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My BIL Asked Me to Bake a Cake for His Birthday Party — When I Saw the Decorations, I Was Stunned by His Lies
For years, Jacqueline’s in-laws dismissed her as “not good enough.” Then, out of the blue, her brother-in-law asked her to bake a cake for his birthday. Hoping for acceptance, she arrived at the party, only to be mortified by the decorations and the true reason for the celebration.
My husband Tom’s family never truly accepted me. From the moment we got engaged, I was an outsider. Every family gathering was a battlefield, and I was always the walking wounded.
I remember the first time my mother-in-law, Alice, looked me up and down with that trademark condescending smile and said it outright: “You’re sweet, dear, but Tom… he’s always been ambitious. You’re just so… simple.”
I heard it loud and clear. I WASN’T GOOD ENOUGH.
Portrait of a distressed woman | Source: Midjourney
Jack, Tom’s brother, was worse. At every family gathering, his favorite sport was undermining my confidence.
“Hey, Jacqueline,” he’d drawl, “I didn’t realize ‘professional cake decorator’ was such a demanding career. Must be exhausting, all that frosting and free time!”
When I’d try to defend myself, to show some spark of the intelligence and strength I knew I possessed, Jack would lean back, his hands raised in mock surrender. “It’s just a joke, lighten up!”
But we both knew it wasn’t a joke. It was a calculated attack, a smile wrapped around a blade, designed to keep me off-balance and uncertain.
A man staring at someone | Source: Midjourney
Whenever I brought up such instances to Tom, his response was always the same predictable, placating, almost desperate attempt to smooth over the rough edges.
“They don’t mean it, Jackie,” he’d say. “They’re just set in their ways.”
But his words rang hollow. The cold stares, the sharp whispers, the subtle exclusions… they spoke volumes that his gentle reassurances could never silence.
I was an outsider. A perpetual guest in a family that had already decided I didn’t belong.
The ache of constant rejection had turned me into a dessert-making machine, each carefully crafted treat a desperate plea for acceptance.
An anxious woman | Source: Midjourney
Baking was my silent love letter, my most vulnerable communication in a family that seemed determined to keep me at arm’s length.
Every holiday became a performance of perfection. On Thanksgiving, I’d arrive early, my hands trembling slightly as I offered to help Alice in the kitchen.
But her dismissive response was a familiar wound. “I’ve got it, Jacqueline. Why don’t you set the table instead?”
The words were polite, but the message was clear: I didn’t belong. Not yet.
An older lady smiling | Source: Midjourney
Christmas was no different. Handmade gifts wrapped with hope and precision, each stitch and fold a testament to my desire to be seen and loved. But they were always met with forced smiles, quick glances, and moments later… forgotten.
Baking became my language of love, my desperate attempt to translate my worth into layers of cake, swirls of frosting, and perfectly piped decorations.
I believed (foolishly, perhaps) that if I could just create something extraordinary enough, they would finally see me. See my heart. And my devotion to this family.
But love, I was learning, isn’t measured in calories or confectioner’s sugar.
A smiling woman baking a cake | Source: Midjourney
So when Jack’s text arrived one night, unexpected and unusually cordial, my heart skipped a beat.
“Hey, Jacqueline, could you make a cake for my birthday this weekend? Nothing fancy, just plain. Thanks.”
Plain? The word echoed in my mind. Jack, who always critiqued and constantly found something lacking, wanted something plain? A lifetime of family dynamics screamed a warning, but a tiny, hopeful part of me wondered: Was this a peace offering? An olive branch?
I couldn’t say no. I was the family baker, after all. The one who existed in their world through carefully crafted desserts and silent endurance.
A cheerful woman holding a cellphone | Source: Midjourney
I poured every ounce of my pain, hope, and desperation into that cake. Three tiers of soft blue and silver buttercream, adorned with hand-painted fondant flowers so delicate they seemed to breathe.
It was elegant and understated. A masterpiece that represented everything I’d ever tried to be for this family. Perfect. Unimpeachable. Invisible.
Saturday arrived, and it was time to deliver the cake to the address Jack had texted me. But the moment I stepped into the event space, my heart CRACKED.
A stunned woman | Source: Midjourney
“Bon Voyage!” signs glittered in gold and white. My hands trembled, the cake suddenly heavy with more than just buttercream and sugar.
Photos lined the walls… of Tom and another woman, captured in moments that sliced through my heart like the sharpest knife. A beach scene. Laughter. Cherry blossoms. Her head on his shoulder. The intimacy was undeniable. She was his… mistress.
This wasn’t a birthday party. This was my… funeral.
A couple on the beach | Source: Unsplash
Jack approached with a predator’s grace, that familiar smug grin spreading across his face like a disease. “Nice cake,” he drawled, eyes glinting with a cruelty that went beyond simple malice. “Really fits the theme, don’t you think?”
My hands gripped the cake board so tightly I could feel my knuckles turning white. Rage, betrayal, and a devastating sense of humiliation battled inside me. I wanted to scream. To throw the cake. To shatter something — anything — to match the destruction happening inside my heart.
“What is this?” I gasped.
“Tom’s going-away party!” Jack said. “Didn’t he tell you? That he was going to… leave you?!”
An utterly stunned woman | Source: Midjourney
Tom approached, hands shoved deep in his pockets. The woman from the photos stood behind him, her hand possessively on his arm. A territorial marking I was meant to see.
“Jacqueline…” He sighed, as if I were an inconvenience. A problem to be managed.
“What’s going on?” I mustered every ounce of my strength to spit out the words.
“It’s not working between us,” he said, refusing to meet my eyes. “We’ve grown apart. I’m moving. With her. To Europe. The divorce papers will be ready soon.”
Divorce papers. Those clinical, cold words that would erase our years together.
Divorce papers on a table | Source: Pexels
I looked around the room. Alice. Jack. The rest of the family. Each face a mirror of smug satisfaction and calculated avoidance. They’d known. All of them. This wasn’t just Tom’s betrayal. It was a family conspiracy.
“You asked me to bake this cake to celebrate your brother’s affair?” I asked.
Jack’s final words landed like a punch. “You’re good at it. Why not?”
The cake in my hands suddenly felt like a doomed offering… something beautiful, carefully crafted, created with love, about to be destroyed.
And I was the only one who didn’t see it coming.
A woman holding a birthday cake | Source: Midjourney
For a moment, the walls threatened to crush me. Panic clawed at my throat. I wanted to scream. Cry. And confront everyone. But then something deep inside me crystallized.
If they wanted a performance, I would give them a masterpiece.
“You’re right, Jack,” I said, smiling. “The cake does fit the theme perfectly.”
Silence descended. Every eye followed me as I carried the cake to the center table.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” I began, “this cake is a masterpiece. Crafted with patience, care, and love… qualities I brought to this family from the start.” My gaze locked with Tom’s, fury burning in my eyes. “It’s beautiful on the outside, but as with all things, the real test is beneath the surface.”
A man in a room | Source: Midjourney
I cut a slice and offered the first piece to Tom. “For you,” I said. “A reminder that sweetness doesn’t just happen. It takes effort, something you clearly forgot.”
The mistress received her slice with a forced smile that faltered under my gaze. “And for you,” I murmured, my voice dripping with a honey-coated venom, “a taste of what it takes to maintain what you’ve stolen.”
Jack received the final slice. “Thanks for inviting me to this unforgettable event. But I’ve had my share of people who only see me when it suits them.”
The knife clattered against the plate. I turned, walked away, and didn’t look back.
A heartbroken woman staring at someone | Source: Midjourney
Days passed. Silence filled the small rented apartment I’d moved into. When my best friend Emma’s call came a few days later, it brought a different kind of storm.
“Have you seen what’s happening?” she asked, a sharp edge of triumph cutting through her words.
“What do you mean?”
“Tom’s mistress posted everything online. And I mean… EVERYTHING!” Emma laughed. “Her social media’s been a goldmine of disaster.”
I laughed as she shared screenshots of the post. “Bon Voyage, my love! Can’t wait to start this new chapter together 🥂😘” the mistress had written, alongside glamorous party photos of Tom and her kissing at the party.
A delighted woman seeing her phone | Source: Midjourney
What she didn’t know was that one of Tom’s colleagues followed her account. Those innocent, boastful posts traveled fast, landing directly in the inbox of Tom’s boss, who was decidedly not impressed.
Turned out, Tom had fabricated an elaborate lie about relocating for “family reasons,” conveniently omitting his affair and his plans to abandon his current professional responsibilities. His employer’s response was swift and brutal: they rescinded the overseas job offer and terminated his employment.
But the universe wasn’t done serving its cold plate of justice.
An upset man holding his head | Source: Pixabay
When Tom’s girlfriend discovered the cushy international job had evaporated, she dropped him faster than a bad habit. Just like that, his carefully constructed fantasy crumbled.
No relocation. No romance. No job.
Jack, too, discovered that actions have consequences. The social circle that had once welcomed him now turned its back. Whispers became silence, and invitations dried up like autumn leaves.
And in the silence of my small rented apartment, I felt something unexpected: not anger, not even satisfaction. Just a strange, calm acceptance that sometimes, the universe has its own way of balancing the scales.
A woman smiling | Source: Midjourney
And guess what? Tom’s text arrived without warning a week later.
“I made a mistake,” he wrote. Those four words, so small, yet attempting to collapse an entire landscape of betrayal into a moment of convenient remorse.
I stared at the screen, feeling the familiar rage rising. Not the explosive anger from the party, but a deep, calm fury. The kind that burns slow and steady, like embers that never quite go out.
My eyes drifted to the kitchen counter. The cake stand sat empty, a silent witness to my agony. Slowly and deliberately, I raised my phone and snapped a picture of it.
An empty cake stand in the kitchen | Source: Midjourney
My response to Tom was simple:
“All out of second chances!”
My heart felt lighter than it had in days as I hit send.
This wasn’t my failure. The rejection and betrayal… none of it was my fault. My worth wasn’t determined by their acceptance or rejection. I was more than their whispers, more than the cake I baked, and more than the role they tried to confine me to.
Life was waiting. And I was ready to move forward… unburdened and unbroken.
A cheerful woman smiling | Source: Midjourney
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