The shadows of Genoa City grow darker as another chilling chapter unfolds in the world of the Abbotts.

In a gripping turn of events, Jack Abbott rushes to a crisis he never imagined, only to find himself too late.

A sinister encounter at Traci’s Victorian estate ends in bloodshed, betrayal, and the escape of a dangerous manipulator.

The evening began quietly, with a fog blanketing the streets like a warning. Martin, the smooth-talking, silver-tongued hypnotherapist, walked calmly under the streetlights, untouched by guilt despite his recent crimes. Everyone in town now knew the truth—he had orchestrated the kidnappings of both Sharon and Phyllis. Yet, Martin appeared unfazed, even arrogant, as if Genoa City still danced to the rhythm of his whispers.

Martin wasn’t just any criminal. He was a master of the mind, using hypnotic suggestion to manipulate others without raising a hand. And now, he had his eyes set on a new target—Traci Abbott. Unlike his past victims, Traci wasn’t easy prey. A woman with intelligence, inner strength, and a history of overcoming the odds, she was more than a challenge—she was an obstacle Martin wanted to convert rather than destroy.

When Martin arrived at Traci’s door, his charm was in full force, cloaked under civility. “May I come in?” he asked gently, his tone honey-smooth. Traci, already suspicious, had prepped herself for this moment. Aware of his hypnotic prowess, she had researched his techniques and prepared defenses of her own, even brushing up on counter-hypnosis. Still, she let him inside, guided by a sense of duty and courage—and by the need to buy time.

Inside the Abbott home, Martin laid out his plan. He claimed to be wronged, betrayed by Genoa City’s elite. He needed Traci’s intellect and moral standing to help “reshape” the city. But Traci saw through the ruse. She knew manipulation when she saw it. As Martin spoke, his gaze piercing and his voice laced with suggestion, she fought to maintain control. Her fingers clutched her phone, ready for her next move.

Feigning vulnerability, Traci played along. “I trust you,” she said carefully, her voice trembling just enough to seem sincere. But she had a condition—Jack had to be part of the conversation. Without hesitation, she dialed Jack and put the call on speaker. Jack, caught off-guard while leaving his office, immediately sensed the danger in Traci’s voice. His sister was in trouble—and she was buying time.

“Stay calm. I’m coming,” Jack said urgently, heart racing as he headed out. But time wasn’t on his side.

Martin, now aware of the phone call, dropped the façade. His tone darkened. “You tricked me,” he snarled, rising from his chair. His next move was chilling—he lifted a hand, preparing to place it on Traci’s forehead. A hypnotic command was coming. Traci stood her ground, mentally resisting the pull of his voice as her heart pounded.

And then—chaos.

When Jack finally arrived, the scene that greeted him was straight out of a nightmare. Traci lay motionless in a pool of blood, her phone still on the floor, the call disconnected. Martin was gone. The man who’d terrorized their family had vanished once more into the night, slipping away before justice could be served.

Traci’s fate remains uncertain. Was she struck by Martin in a last-ditch effort to silence her? Did she manage to fight back and get injured in the struggle? One thing is certain—Martin is still out there, and Jack is more determined than ever to bring him down.

The war for Genoa City’s soul has just begun, and the Abbotts are now on high alert.