Bill Spencer never expected that one moment would upend his entire world. Late at night, in the stark glow of his office lights, he ripped open a sealed DNA envelope Katie Logan had brought to him. He was confident—almost certain—that whatever secrets she was hiding couldn’t possibly touch his bond with his son. But the second his eyes met the results, everything inside him collapsed. Will… was not his biological son.
Katie, pale and trembling, tried to speak, but Bill’s shock quickly ignited into fury. He slammed the papers onto his desk, the sound echoing like a thunderclap. The betrayal hit deeper than any business threat, any corporate enemy. “You let me raise another man’s child?” he demanded, voice cracking with a rare vulnerability. It was a wound that cut to the core of his identity as a father.
The tension thickened until Katie finally revealed the truth she had feared for years: Will’s biological father was Thorne Forrester. The name alone was enough to make Bill’s world tilt off its axis. Thorne—his rival, his adversary, the last person he’d ever imagine having a link to his son. Bill recoiled, feeling as though every memory, every milestone he had shared with Will, had suddenly been tainted.
Brooke Logan and Carter Walton rushed into the office moments later, alarmed by the shouting they’d heard from down the hall. What they found was chaos—shattered picture frames on the floor, Bill shaking with rage and heartbreak, Katie crying uncontrollably. It was a scene none of them could have prepared for. Bill clutched a photo of Will tightly in his hand, the weight of the revelation pressing heavily against his chest.
As he stared at the picture, Bill’s voice softened to a painful whisper. “Will is everything I have left.” The thought of losing his son—biological or not—was unbearable. Katie approached him, pleading for him to understand that despite the truth of the DNA test, Bill had always been the one who raised Will, loved him, protected him. But Bill couldn’t hear her. Not yet. The betrayal was too raw, the wounds too fresh.
Stepping away from everyone, Bill’s expression hardened. He needed answers—real ones. “What else have you kept from me?” he asked, his voice low but deadly. The question hung in the air like a warning that the consequences of this secret were only beginning to unfold.
Outside, thunder rumbled, as if the brewing storm mirrored the turmoil inside the Spencer empire. The fallout was inevitable. Custody battles, family confrontations, and rivalries reigniting with explosive force—everything was now in motion. And as the night grew darker, one truth became clear:
The Spencer dynasty would never be the same again.
