In Port Charles, the past never stays buried, and secrets always claw their way back into the light. This time, the tragedy centers around Ric Lansing, whose final chapter isn’t about redemption but betrayal, blood, and silence. At the heart of the chaos is Ava Jerome—a woman whose rage and desperation unleash a chain of events that pulls two unlikely accomplices into her orbit, forever binding them to her crime.
The nightmare begins inside Alexis Davis’s home, a place meant to be a refuge for family but instead becomes the stage for murder. Ric storms in, his face twisted with both contempt and satisfaction. His words cut like knives as he throws Ava’s blackmail schemes in her face, making it clear he destroyed the evidence of his own misdeeds while ensuring she alone would be left vulnerable. In his mind, this is a power move. To Ava, it is the ultimate betrayal.
Ava once dared to believe Ric could be more than an adversary, but his devotion to Elizabeth Baldwin left her scorned and furious. Now, standing in Alexis’s living room, his disdain only deepens her fury. As his taunts echo, Ava’s eyes land on a steel decorative orb resting on the table. In a moment of blind rage, she grabs it and strikes. The crack of metal meeting bone silences the room. Ric collapses, blood spilling across Alexis’s floor.
Alexis and her daughter Kristina Corinthos-Davis stand frozen. They have seen violence before, but never this—never something so final and so personal. Ric was many things: father, ex-lover, enemy, and now victim. As the weight of what just happened settles over them, Ava’s composure hardens. Weakness isn’t an option. She turns her fury toward Alexis and Kristina, warning them that if they dare call the police, they will go down with her.
Her threats cut deep because Ava knows their darkest secrets. She reminds Kristina of the night she tampered with Ric’s car brakes, an act that nearly killed both him and Elizabeth. That secret, long buried, now hangs over Kristina’s head like a noose. Then Ava turns to Alexis, recalling how she once paid Ava off to keep silent about that very accident. Both women are cornered—complicit not just by proximity but by their own sins.
Terrified and broken, Alexis and Kristina realize Ava has them trapped. If Ric’s death becomes public, none of them will escape prison. Under Ava’s manipulation, their silence becomes complicity. And so, a pact is formed—not with words, but with actions. The three women drag Ric’s lifeless body into the night, his weight both physical and symbolic. Together they haul him to the docks, the water black and still like an open grave. Without speaking, they push him into the river, watching as the current swallows him whole.
But in Port Charles, nothing remains hidden for long. The next morning, two young boys—Danny Morgan and Rocco Falconeri—stumble upon a shape drifting in the water. At first, it seems like debris, but as it comes closer, the horrifying reality becomes clear: Ric’s lifeless face stares back at them. Their panicked cries summon the police, and within minutes, flashing lights and sirens transform the pier into a crime scene.
Word spreads quickly. Among those shattered by the news is Ric’s daughter, Molly Lansing-Davis. Her world collapses when she learns her father has been murdered. She demands answers, but the truth is more tangled than she could ever imagine. While she grieves openly, Alexis and Kristina carry the crushing weight of guilt in silence. Every tear Molly sheds feels like a knife in their hearts, but Ava’s threats keep them bound.
For Ava, the discovery of Ric’s body is a test of her ability to stay one step ahead. She puts on a mask of grief, feigning shock when news breaks, her performance convincing enough to quell suspicion—for now. But inside, paranoia gnaws at her. She knows Alexis and Kristina are fragile links in this deadly chain. If either one breaks under pressure, the entire cover-up will unravel.
Meanwhile, Molly refuses to accept vague explanations. Her determination to uncover the truth grows stronger with every unanswered question. She replays her memories of her father, their fractured relationship, and vows to find out who killed him. Her instincts scream this wasn’t random—this was personal. The closer she digs, the more Alexis and Kristina struggle to keep up their facade. Their nervous glances and stumbling words only deepen Molly’s suspicions.
Kristina’s guilt eats away at her. Every time she sees Molly’s grief, she feels the crushing weight of her own involvement—not only in Ric’s death but in her past sabotage that Ava now uses as leverage. Her attempts to comfort Molly ring hollow, her fear tightening around her throat. Alexis, meanwhile, suffers in silence. She wants to confess, to give Molly the truth, but the cost—her freedom, her career, and her daughter’s trust—is too steep.
The police investigation uncovers fragments of evidence: fibers, blood traces, inconsistent alibis. Detectives notice the tension in the Davis family, though they lack hard proof. Still, rumors spread quickly. Some recall Ric entering Alexis’s house the night he died. Others whisper about Ava’s erratic behavior in the days after. Suspicion simmers, but no one yet suspects the unholy alliance between Ava, Alexis, and Kristina.
Molly, however, won’t let go. Her persistence leads her to surveillance footage showing Ric entering Alexis’s home the night of his death. Hours later, only Ava is seen leaving. It isn’t definitive proof, but to Molly, it’s damning. She confronts Alexis, whose shaky excuses only feed Molly’s suspicions. Turning to Kristina, Molly pleads for the truth, but Kristina panics, her clumsy lies betraying more than they conceal.
The tension between the sisters explodes when Molly discovers Kristina has destroyed her investigation notes, desperate to stop her from uncovering the truth. Their argument is brutal—Molly accusing Kristina of betrayal, Kristina lashing out in fear and anger. The fractures in their bond grow wider by the day.
The breaking point comes during a stormy night when Molly confronts Ava directly. Fueled by grief and rage, she storms into Ava’s home and accuses her of murder. Ava’s calm, collected demeanor only makes the confrontation more chilling. She doesn’t confirm nor deny, but her silence speaks volumes. She warns Molly to think carefully about her mother and sister before pressing further. Molly, undeterred, swears she will expose Ava no matter the cost.
Unbeknownst to her, Kristina has followed, terrified of what Ava might do. Alexis soon arrives too, soaked from the rain. In that charged moment, all four women stand face to face—the murderer, her unwilling accomplices, and the daughter demanding justice. The tension cracks under the weight of Molly’s relentless demands, and Alexis finally breaks. Her confession spills out—every detail of the night, every secret she buried.
The truth devastates Molly. Her own mother and sister helped cover up her father’s murder. The betrayal cuts deeper than Ric’s death itself, leaving Molly shattered and furious. For Ava, this moment is twisted triumph. She has destroyed a family from the inside, binding them together in guilt and silence.
But Ava underestimates Molly. Betrayed and broken, Molly emerges hardened by tragedy. She vows not only to uncover every detail but to destroy the web Ava has spun. Alexis’s career and reputation hang by a thread, Kristina spirals under guilt, and Ava continues to maneuver like a predator sensing danger. Yet Molly’s grief transforms her into a force no one expected—a woman determined to bring justice, even if it burns her own family in the process.
In the end, Ric Lansing’s death becomes more than a single act of violence. It is the spark that ignites a reckoning in Port Charles. Ava’s crime, Alexis’s silence, and Kristina’s guilt all weave together into a storm that threatens to destroy them all. As the truth edges closer to exposure, one thing becomes certain—no one will escape the fallout, and nothing in Port Charles will ever be the same again.
