The moment Billy hears Sally utter it — not casually, not metaphorically, but with reverence — to Aristotle Dumas, his breath stops. Hidden deep within the pines of Genoa’s outer rim, a concealed bunker hums with secrets and softly glowing panels — and there, in that chilling sanctuary, Billy discovers the truth.

Sally Spectra is not just connected to the elusive powerbroker Aristotle Dumas.
She’s his daughter.

And she’s been playing him all along.

All those moments of encouragement. Every piece of advice she whispered into his ear. Every “coincidental” introduction to Dumas’s empire of influence. All a carefully constructed game. Billy realizes, in a flash of gut-wrenching betrayal, that he wasn’t Sally’s partner — he was her assignment.

The woman he fell for has been guiding him straight into her father’s web — a trap baited with opportunity, flattery, and just enough autonomy to blind him to the truth. And as the implications crash into him like waves, Billy stumbles away from the bunker, heart racing, thoughts fracturing.

He has to know:
Was any of it real?

Back in the city, the corridors of power still buzz with the name Dumas. He’s praised as a silent benefactor, a titan too sophisticated to play obvious games. But now Billy knows: Dumas has been pulling strings behind the scenes, quietly placing his daughter into strategic positions — using her to shape decisions, access rivals, and influence outcomes.

And Billy? He was a means to an end. A convenient player. A pawn.

As the pre-dawn chill seeps into his bones, Billy begins to plan. He won’t confront them — not yet. Dumas is too powerful, too practiced. Sally is too composed, too skilled at deflection. Instead, Billy will investigate, slowly and methodically, piecing together the puzzle one whisper at a time. He’ll dig into Sally’s past. He’ll analyze Dumas’s financial trails. He’ll bring in allies, leverage favors, and plant seeds of doubt where needed.

But most of all, he will never trust her again.

The betrayal cuts too deep. And yet, even in the wreckage, Billy feels a flicker of clarity. He’s done being led. Done being manipulated. If Dumas wants war — Billy will bring it to his doorstep.

Meanwhile, Sally wakes in her apartment, unaware that her secret has cracked open. She sips coffee in a sunbeam, perhaps replaying last night’s meeting, unaware that every word she uttered — “Father, I did as you asked…” — now echoes in Billy’s ears like a curse.

In her pursuit of loyalty to her father, Sally may have lost the one person who truly believed in her. Or worse, she may have awakened a side of Billy Abbott that no one — not even Dumas — is ready for.

The game has changed.

The rules have shattered.

And now, Billy Abbott is playing to win.

💥 Could YOU ever forgive someone who used your love as a weapon?
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