When Daphne left Los Angeles, she thought she had escaped the chaos and emotional wreckage of her time at Forrester Creations. The glitz, glamour, and high-stakes drama of LA had nearly broken her—and the calm elegance of Paris offered her a chance to breathe. But the city she fled kept pulling her back like a siren’s song. Haunted by unresolved emotions and unanswered questions, Daphne booked a spontaneous flight to LA, unknowingly stepping into a chain of events that would forever destroy the woman she once was.

Her arrival was quiet, unannounced, and wrapped in nostalgia. She strolled the familiar streets, her heels echoing memories she wasn’t ready to face. One turn led to another, and soon she found herself outside Steffy Forrester’s home—a place that had once symbolized status, family, and secrets. On impulse, Daphne walked toward the door, unaware that inside, a deadly storm had erupted.

Luna Nozawa, once calm and centered, had spiraled into emotional chaos. Her long-suppressed anger and obsession with her biological father, Finn, had boiled over. In her eyes, Steffy was the barrier, the rival, the thief who stole Finn’s love and affection. Blinded by jealousy and confusion, Luna broke into Steffy’s home, weapon in hand, heart thundering with rage. Her target was clear. Her intentions, lethal.

Steffy, unarmed and unprepared, fought to defend herself as Luna lunged. The confrontation escalated into a violent struggle—glass shattered, screams echoed, and the world narrowed to a brutal fight for survival. That’s when Daphne burst through the door. The scene was almost too surreal to process: Luna attacking Steffy like a woman possessed, and no one there to stop it.

Pure instinct took over.

Spotting a baseball bat by the wall, Daphne snatched it without thought. Her heart pounding, she swung it in desperation, aiming only to halt the violence. The sound of impact silenced the room. Luna crumpled, her body hitting the floor with lifeless finality. Daphne froze, bat still in hand, her eyes wide with horror. She hadn’t meant to kill. But Luna lay still, unmoving, gone.

Silence engulfed the house. Steffy, bloodied and trembling, stared at the body. Daphne stood stunned, her breath shallow, her mind blank. Then came the crashing wave of reality: Luna was dead. And Daphne had killed her.

Panic set in.

Daphne wanted to call the police—but Steffy, battered and still reeling, understood what was at stake. A public scandal would rip through their lives. Headlines. Arrests. Courtrooms. The Forrester legacy in ruins. And Daphne, despite her intentions, would face prison for murder.

In a frantic blur of whispered arguments and panicked decisions, they made a pact. No one would know. No one could know.

They wrapped Luna’s body, cleaned the scene, and in the dark of night, drove to a remote location to dispose of it. The guilt was immediate and suffocating. Every second was a gamble. Every step a betrayal of who they once were. But they moved fast. Precise. Terrified. Once it was done, they returned home—forever changed and bound by a secret that could destroy them both.

The aftermath was torture.

Daphne couldn’t sleep. The bat’s weight haunted her dreams. The silence of that room echoed in her mind. Steffy, though alive thanks to Daphne’s intervention, found no comfort. The lines between gratitude and guilt blurred fast. They checked in on each other. They avoided questions. They smiled in public. But behind every glance was fear.

When Luna was officially declared missing, the city lit up with speculation. And the first name on everyone’s lips? Sheila Carter.

With a criminal past and unstable reputation, Sheila was an easy target. Her denial fell on deaf ears. The authorities interrogated her relentlessly, determined to hold someone responsible. Sheila, terrified and innocent this time, found herself framed by her own legacy.

Meanwhile, Finn was unraveling. His mother under suspicion. His daughter vanished. His heart torn. And his gut told him something wasn’t right. He launched his own investigation—digging into Luna’s last known movements, connecting threads no one else saw. Slowly, he crept closer to the truth.

And Daphne and Steffy? They unraveled.

The weight of the secret crushed them. Daphne isolated herself, contemplating fleeing back to France, but her bond with Steffy and the haunting loyalty kept her anchored. Steffy maintained her facade, shielding her family while drowning in the guilt of letting an innocent woman take the fall.

The media frenzy intensified. Sheila’s name was dragged through the mud. Protests, tabloids, and police presence loomed. But the real danger wasn’t outside. It was within.

One mistake. One slip. One trace of evidence, and it would all come crashing down.

Can Steffy and Daphne maintain the illusion? Or will their blood pact unravel in front of the entire world? Will Finn uncover the truth and expose the women he loves most? And what happens to Sheila—if justice forgets she’s innocent?

In this twisted tale of instinct, guilt, and survival, Daphne didn’t come back to find closure—she came back to bury it.