It was supposed to be a day of pure joy — a beautiful union between Hope Logan and Liam Spencer, a love story finally finding peace after years of heartbreak and betrayal. The Forrester estate was radiant with white orchids, crystal chandeliers, and the scent of champagne in the air. Brooke Logan beamed with pride, Ridge offered a cautious smile, and everyone seemed ready to forget the endless feuds that had once divided them. But fate, as always in Los Angeles, had a different plan. Before the ceremony could even begin, the day erupted into chaos when Beth Spencer — Hope and Liam’s daughter — made a bold, shocking announcement that stunned everyone in attendance. Standing in front of the crowd, her voice trembling but fierce, Beth declared, “Sheila Carter is not welcome here. Not now, not ever!” The silence that followed was deafening.

The guests gasped. Sheila, who had somehow managed to receive an invitation through Deacon Sharpe’s persistence, froze mid-step, clutching a small wedding gift in her hand. Her eyes narrowed, and for a brief moment, even the infamous villain seemed taken aback. Deacon rushed forward, trying to smooth things over, but Beth’s expression didn’t waver. “I won’t let her ruin another moment of my family’s happiness,” she said firmly, her tone echoing through the grand hall. Hope looked at her daughter with both pride and shock, unsure whether to intervene or stay silent. Ridge nodded approvingly, while Steffy whispered to Finn, “She’s more of a Forrester than some of us.”

Sheila’s lips curled into a bitter smile. “You’re just a child,” she sneered, her voice dripping with venom. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” But Beth stood her ground. “I know exactly who you are,” she replied coldly. “You shot my grandmother, terrorized my mother, and nearly destroyed this family. You don’t deserve forgiveness.” The room erupted with murmurs of support, and before Sheila could react, security guards escorted her out. As she was led toward the door, she turned back and hissed, “This isn’t over. You’ll regret humiliating me.” Her words hung heavy in the air like a curse.

While one storm raged at the Forrester mansion, another was brewing across town. Electra Forrester, the ambitious and cunning new generation of the fashion dynasty, was about to make a move that would shock everyone in the industry — and in her own heart. At the same time Beth was standing up to Sheila, Electra was standing on the rooftop of Forrester Creations, staring down at Remy Carter, the man who had once loved her unconditionally. Their relationship had been a whirlwind of passion and pride, but trust had always been their downfall. Remy had tried for weeks to earn a second chance, bringing flowers, apologies, and heartfelt pleas. But today, he came with one last hope — a letter in his hand, trembling as he spoke. “Electra,” he said softly, “I know I made mistakes, but I still love you. Give me one more chance.”

For a moment, something flickered in her eyes — pain, longing, maybe even love — but it vanished as quickly as it appeared. “Remy,” she said icily, “love doesn’t fix weakness. You betrayed me once, and that’s one time too many.” He stepped closer, desperate. “I didn’t betray you — I protected you. You just refused to see it!” But Electra had already made up her mind. “It’s over,” she whispered, turning away. Remy’s voice cracked as he said, “Don’t do this. Don’t let pride ruin what’s left between us.” She paused, her heart breaking silently, then looked over her shoulder with a cold, practiced smile. “It’s not pride,” she said. “It’s survival.” And with that, she walked away, leaving him shattered under the golden California sunset.

Back at the Forrester mansion, word of Electra’s br