💣 PATERNITY EXPOSED: Bill Spencer Unlocks the Truth About Luna’s Baby 💣
I. The Unsanctioned Summit
The Forrester Creations executive boardroom was not a place for sentimentality; it was a theater of power. On this tense afternoon, it was the site of an unsanctioned summit convened by Ridge Forrester to decide the fate of Luna Nozawa. Luna, eight weeks pregnant, stood pale and fragile, the living embodiment of the ongoing corporate and familial tension.

Sitting around the polished mahogany table were the dynasty’s heavy hitters: Ridge, Steffy, Brooke, Hope, RJ, and Zende Forrester Dominguez. The air was thick with whispered accusations and veiled judgments. The central question wasn’t if Luna was pregnant, but who was the father, and whether that paternity would ensure Luna’s continued influence—and access to the new sustainable textile technology she possessed—or lead to her immediate dismissal.

RJ Forrester, the golden boy, was Luna’s most fervent defender. “This is not about the company, Dad. It’s about Luna’s well-being. She deserves our support, no matter who the father is.”

Zende, Ridge’s stepson, sat silently, his ambition warring with his guilt. Zende had confessed to an intimate encounter with Luna following a party several weeks ago, complicating RJ’s devoted courtship.

“We need clarity, RJ,” Steffy stated, her voice sharp. “If the father is a Forrester, we handle it internally. If it’s anyone else, her relationship with this company ends immediately. Luna, have you done the DNA test?”

Luna wrung her hands. “I haven’t. I… I can’t. The stress…”

Suddenly, the massive doors to the boardroom flew open, slammed back by an aggressive, familiar force. Bill Spencer stood framed in the doorway, a predatory smile stretching across his face, a manila envelope clutched in his hand.

“Well, well. Look at all the pretty little birds gathered to discuss their corporate nesting habits,” Bill drawled, striding into the room as if he owned the air they breathed. “You can put away your moral quandaries, Forresters. Daddy is here to deliver the facts.”

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II. Bill’s Calculated Cruelty
Bill Spencer’s arrival was not unexpected—he had been circling the story like a shark, knowing the paternity secret held the key to immense leverage against his rivals. He was flanked by his son, Liam Spencer, who looked profoundly uncomfortable, knowing he was often the default suspect in any such drama.

“Bill, you are not welcome here,” Ridge thundered, standing up. “This is a private, family matter.”

“Family matter?” Bill scoffed, waving the envelope. “When the Logan and Forrester dynasties are involved, it’s always an asset transfer opportunity, Ridge. And rest assured, I already handled the pesky DNA test. Unlike you people, I prefer solutions over emotional waffling.”

Bill turned his attention to Luna, his expression hardening. “Luna, you didn’t want the stress of a blood draw. I respect that. So, I obtained the samples myself. It took a few calls, a small unauthorized break-in, and one very expensive lab, but the truth is now documented.”

He walked the length of the table, making sure every pair of eyes was fixed on him, prolonging the exquisite agony.

“The real question before us,” Bill announced, “is not who the father is, but which man’s paternity causes the most catastrophic corporate damage.”

He mockingly dismissed the obvious candidates: “It’s too easy for the father to be my son, Liam. Too predictable. And it’s almost too neat if it’s the designated heir, RJ Forrester.” Bill paused, relishing the silence. “The true battle is between the golden boy and the aspiring, ambitious stepson: RJ vs. Zende.”

III. The Paternity Verdict
Bill placed the manila envelope in the center of the table. The silence was absolute, thick with the weight of decades of emotional warfare.

“The results are final. Irrefutable. The DNA testing was exhaustive,” Bill announced, his voice snapping with finality. He pointed first to RJ, then to Zende.

“The test ruled out half the men in this room, which is a miracle in itself. Liam, you’re safe this time. RJ,” Bill looked directly at the devastated golden boy, who waited with bated breath, “I’m afraid your ardent defense of Luna was all for naught.”

RJ slumped back into his chair, confusion flooding his face. “Then… who is it, Bill?”

Bill smiled, a slow, malevolent widening of his lips. He picked up the document, his eyes locking on Zende, who had gone utterly still, suddenly realizing his fate was about to be sealed.

“Congratulations, Zende Forrester Dominguez!” Bill declared, throwing the paper triumphantly onto the table. “You are the father of Luna Nozawa’s baby!”

The reaction was immediate and shattering.

Zende looked physically ill, slumping forward as the reality hit him. “It’s true,” he whispered, his ambition instantly crushed by overwhelming shame.
RJ slammed his fist on the table, his face a mask of bitter realization. The woman he loved, the woman he defended, was carrying his cousin’s child. The rivalry between the two designers had just become a brutal, permanent family link.
Ridge stared at his stepson, his face a mask of controlled fury, realizing the scandal would now be tied directly to his own lineage.
Brooke rushed to Luna’s side, while Hope stood rigid, unable to process the latest twist of fate involving her extended family.

IV. The Second Shock: The Puppet Master Revealed
The initial shock of Zende’s paternity was only the beginning. Bill wasn’t finished. He knew the paternity was a devastating blow, but he knew the motive behind the conception was the true weapon.

“A simple paternity reveal is too boring for this family, wouldn’t you agree?” Bill chuckled, pulling out a second, thicker file. “The question isn’t how the baby was conceived, but why the conception happened at the exact moment Luna was most vulnerable and Zende was most ambitious.”

Bill revealed surveillance footage and financial records proving that Electra Vance—the corporate villain who had recently targeted Remy Pryce—had orchestrated the entire evening.

“Electra Vance, a woman with a keen eye for destroying Forrester assets, saw a massive opportunity,” Bill explained, his voice turning clinical. “She knew that Zende and RJ were rivals for power and for Luna. Electra ensured that Zende, in a state of compromised judgment, had an encounter with Luna that night. She recorded the encounter and held it as leverage against Zende.”

The Truth About Luna’s Tech: Bill revealed that Luna’s new textile technology was, in fact, co-owned by Electra Vance. “Luna holds the patent, but Electra holds the legal means to exploit it. Electra needed Luna to remain attached to the Forrester name and tied to one of its heirs to ensure her continued access and influence,” Bill explained. “Zende’s baby is not an accident of passion, Ridge. It is a corporate anchor, designed to keep Luna and her technology permanently installed inside Forrester Creations, ensuring Electra Vance has a continuous source of revenue through the Forrester supply chain.”

Luna, horrified, finally spoke up, weeping. “She… she promised me stability. She said the baby would be safe if I kept the partnership secret!”

V. The New Order of Chaos
Bill Spencer stood victorious, his mission complete. He had exposed the paternity, confirmed the infidelity, and, most importantly, revealed that the newest member of the Forrester family was a pawn in a high-stakes corporate blackmail scheme.

“Congratulations, Forresters,” Bill declared, his eyes sweeping over the devastated faces of the dynasty. “Your newest grandchild is the product of an external hostile takeover. Luna and her technology are not just assets; they are now permanent liabilities that will destroy the professional relationship between your two sons.”

Bill left the room, his silence more powerful than his mockery. He didn’t need to finish the job; the truth had done it for him.

Los Angeles, the city built on glamour and deceit, would never be the same. The paternity revelation wasn’t just about a baby’s father; it was about the sickening realization that corporate enemies were now willing to weaponize family, love, and life itself to win the fashion wars. The chaos had begun, and the center of the storm was the innocent, unborn child of Zende Forrester Dominguez.