The world inside University Hospital has frozen in time — the sterile air thick with grief, the fluorescent light too harsh for the kind of heartbreak it now illuminates. What should have been a wedding day wrapped in white lace and promise has turned into a blood-stained vigil.
VOWS TURNED TO ASH: HOPE LOGAN DIES INSTANTLY
The rhythmic beeping of machines gave way to one long, hollow note — the sound that ends all hope. Brooke Logan, standing like a ghost in her own skin, gripped her daughter’s necklace so tightly it cut into her palm. The doctor’s eyes said what no words could: Hope was gone.
The gown she was to wear for her fitting became a shroud. Where there should have been champagne and laughter, there was smoke, twisted metal, and a mother’s scream echoing down the sterile halls.
In another room — a parallel tragedy — Liam Spencer lay in a coma, his body wrapped in white sheets, his face eerily peaceful. Machines breathed for him, keeping alive the man who had held Hope in her final moments. His heart still beats, but his mind… it may hold the secret to everything.
THE UNSPEAKABLE SECRET AND THE MAN IN THE COMA
Police investigators pieced together the scene of the explosion — shrapnel, wiring, a detonator hidden in what appeared to be a bouquet delivery. It was deliberate. Someone had planned this.
As the world mourns Hope, one terrifying question hangs over Los Angeles: Who wanted her dead?
In the quiet of the ICU, Liam’s eyelids flutter as fragments of memory flash behind them — the faint smell of gunpowder, a shadow in the hallway, the sound of Hope’s voice crying his name. Somewhere in the wreckage of his mind lies the truth of who caused the blast… and why.
But if Liam wakes — will he speak? Or will he protect someone he loves?
BROOKE’S OATH: A MOTHER TURNED AVENGER
Brooke no longer cries. The tears are gone; what remains is fury forged from loss. Sitting by Liam’s bedside, her reflection hardens in the glass as she recites the names like a grim rosary: Thomas. Steffy. Ridge. Taylor. Sheila. Deacon. Bill.
Everyone has motive. Everyone has secrets.
She whispers into the quiet room:
“Whoever did this… I’ll find them. And when I do, they’ll wish they had died with her.”
The night bleeds into dawn. Brooke stands as the first rays of light pierce through the hospital blinds — her daughter buried, her son-in-law trapped between life and death, and the war for truth only beginning.
The question now is not who killed Hope Logan — but how far Brooke Logan will go to avenge her.