Brace yourselves, Bold and the Beautiful fans—Monday’s episode is nothing short of explosive. Lives are on the line, relationships unravel, and a shocking act of desperation nearly ends in tragedy.

Luna is spiraling. With Bill having completely cut her off from the Spencer estate and all financial support, she’s left adrift, emotionally and mentally shattered. Her downward slide takes a devastating turn when Finn confronts her directly, telling her the words she dreaded the most: “You need help, Luna. I don’t love you. I never did.” That moment breaks something in her—a final fracture in her fragile psyche. Left alone, consumed by rejection and branded unstable by the media, Luna clings to a dangerous thought that’s been growing since the tragic death of Kelly: Steffy Forrester is the reason I’m suffering.

To Luna, Steffy has it all—love, power, family—while she’s left drowning in pain and shame. When Luna sees Steffy featured front and center in a glitzy promotion for the Forrester Spring Collection launch, radiant and adored, something inside her snaps. It doesn’t just hurt—it mocks her. That night, she reaches for something buried deep in her closet: a pistol. Unregistered. Untraceable. A weapon Sheila had once given to Poppy for protection. Poppy forgot about it. Luna didn’t.

With no real plan beyond confrontation, Luna hides the gun in her clutch, dressed as if she belongs back on the runway—sleek, poised, and hiding chaos beneath. Meanwhile, Remy, unaware of what he’s being pulled into, becomes an unintentional accomplice. After reconnecting with Luna, he thinks she’s on a healing path. She pretends she’s working on a film script involving a stalker and asks about gun mechanics—trajectory, recoil, aim. Remy, eager to be supportive, walks her through it. He never suspects the truth.

The day of the fashion launch arrives. Forrester Creations is buzzing—models strut, designers panic, photographers swarm. At the center of it all, Steffy exudes control and confidence. Luna, disguised as an intern, slips in through a loading dock, unnoticed amid the commotion. She finds a spot backstage where she watches Steffy laugh and glow—everything Luna feels she’s lost. Her fingers brush the gun inside her bag.

Elsewhere, Poppy has read Luna’s journal—unfinished entries, unsettling drawings, and a haunting list titled “What Steffy Stole From Me.” She panics, tries calling Luna over and over with no response. And then she remembers the gun. Her heart sinks. With no one else to turn to, she calls someone she swore she’d never contact again—Sheila. Poppy’s voice shakes as she tells her Luna might be at the Forrester event… with the gun. Sheila doesn’t ask questions. She’s already on her way.

Inside Forrester, the show kicks off. Lights dim. Music rises. Steffy prepares to step into the spotlight. As she greets the crowd, Luna walks toward her—not with rage, but with eerie calm. She comes close enough to whisper: “You ruined me.” Steffy turns, confused. “Luna?” In that moment, Luna pulls the gun.

Panic erupts. Screams, gasps, chaos. Security hesitates—too risky to act too fast. Steffy remains composed, trying to reach her: “You don’t want to do this.” But Luna’s voice is quiet and chilling: “Yes, I do. This ends with you.”

And then—Sheila bursts through the curtain, breathless and uninvited. “Luna, put it down,” she commands. “Don’t do this.” Luna falters, caught off guard. “Why do you care?” she asks.

Sheila answers with a truth only she can understand: “Because I’ve been this broken. And I know what comes next. You pull that trigger, and it’s over—not just for Steffy, but for you. Your future… gone. You’ll become what they say you are. What I once was.”

Luna’s hand trembles. Her voice cracks: “I have nothing left.”
“You have me,” Sheila says softly. “You have Poppy. You have time—if you don’t do this.”

The pressure breaks Luna. Her knees buckle. The gun clatters to the floor. Security rushes in, handcuffing her before she can process what just happened. She screams for her mother, sobbing uncontrollably. Steffy collapses backstage, shaking. Moments later, Finn arrives and pulls her into his arms, stunned and terrified.

Sheila stands among the chaos, catching her breath. Ridge finally breaks the silence: “What are you doing here?” Sheila simply says, “I just saved your daughter’s life.” The room goes quiet. Not acceptance. Not forgiveness. But silence.

Outside, Poppy arrives just in time to see her daughter being loaded into a squad car, wailing her name. She collapses in the street, inconsolable. Meanwhile, Remy watches the news in horror, realizing the knowledge he gave Luna nearly became the blueprint for tragedy.

Luna is booked at the station. No bail this time. The charges are severe: attempted murder, weapons possession, trespassing, terroristic threats. And beneath it all, the undeniable intent.

The fallout? Catastrophic.

Forrester Creations faces public backlash. Clients drop out. The media descends like vultures. And Sheila’s unexpected heroism becomes headline gold. Did she really change? Can she be trusted?

Bill, watching from his office, wonders if distancing himself from Luna saved her life—or destroyed her beyond saving. Finn refuses to let Steffy out of his sight. Every night he holds her close, but the shadow of what almost happened lingers. Luna, now behind bars, doesn’t scream anymore. She just whispers Steffy’s name… not with rage, but obsession.

And as if one scandal wasn’t enough, another bombshell hits Beverly Hills.

Carter Walton, the trusted attorney with an ironclad moral compass, is suddenly at the center of a scandal. One photo. One moment. Caught on camera kissing supermodel Zara during a charity event. The image goes viral—Carter’s arms wrapped around Zara, their lips locked, the passion undeniable. The fallout is instant. Blogs erupt. Headlines scream betrayal. And Hope Logan finds herself once again at the heart of heartbreak.

Locked in her office at Forrester, Hope stares at the photo, stunned. Carter was the man she thought she could finally trust after Liam and Thomas. She doesn’t speak, doesn’t cry—at least not where anyone can see.

Carter, on the other hand, knows exactly when the photo was taken. Two nights earlier. A moment of confusion. A kiss he didn’t ask for—and didn’t return. Zara, ever the provocateur, adds fuel to the fire, refusing to clarify when asked on live television. “Carter’s a handsome man,” she smirks. “I don’t kiss and tell…”

Now, both the Forrester fashion empire and its most intimate relationships are on the verge of collapse. Betrayals are out in the open. Secrets have surfaced. And redemption, if it’s even possible, will come at a steep price.

Stay tuned. Monday’s episode of The Bold and the Beautiful is the beginning of a storm no one will forget.