The night Poppy stepped into the Forrester mansion, soaked to the bone and carrying a secret buried for thirty years, was the moment everything began to unravel. It wasn’t just the rain that made the windows tremble—it was the truth crashing into a legacy that was never as perfect as it seemed.

Stephie, ever the defender of the Forrester dynasty, had no warning. One moment she was sipping wine, staring at the lightning outside, and the next, she was hearing that Luna—the same Luna who nearly killed Liam and shattered the family’s peace—was Ridge’s daughter. Her reaction was visceral. Rage, disbelief, and rejection collided. “You’re lying,” she hissed, accusing Poppy of manipulating her way back into the family’s power circle.

But Poppy wasn’t lying.

Ridge’s brief, regretful night in Monte Carlo with Poppy was real. And Luna was the consequence. A daughter born of silence. Ridge didn’t even deny it for long—his expression said everything. The storm outside paled in comparison to the chaos within the mansion’s walls.

Word spread like fire in dry brush. Brooke was disgusted. Taylor was torn. Ridge was drowning in guilt. And Luna? Still in the dark.

When she finally heard the truth, Luna didn’t cry or scream—she simply walked away. That silent departure spoke volumes. The girl who had been tossed around by fate now had a name with weight—Forrester—but no one ready to carry it with her.

Stephie was merciless. She called Luna a liability. She fought to erase her from the company. Ridge tried to protect his newfound daughter, but the very brand he helped build turned on him. Eventually, he made the ultimate sacrifice—stepping down as co-CEO to stand with his blood, even if it meant losing everything.

The fallout? Media frenzy. Boardroom mutiny. And a family fractured beyond repair.