The Young And The Restless Spoilers Monday Full Episodes (10/13/2025) – Who Kill Victor?
Genoa City has weathered its fair share of storms — but nothing could prepare its residents for this. The city’s foundations are shaking after Victor Newman, the ruthless titan of Newman Enterprises, is found dead under mysterious circumstances. But as whispers turn into accusations, one truth becomes clear: everyone had a reason to want Victor gone.
What begins as a shocking tragedy quickly spirals into a psychological war of secrets, guilt, and revenge — and no one will escape unscathed.
The Scandal That Started It All
It all began with an exposé that shattered reputations overnight. Newman Media dropped a bombshell report accusing Colin Atkinson, Kane Ashby’s late father, of fraud and manipulation — painting him as a con man who built an empire on deceit.
The fallout was instant. Within hours, Kane Ashby’s name became synonymous with scandal, his business interests jeopardized, his credibility destroyed. Genoa City thrives on gossip, and by morning, everyone had picked a side.
But Kane wasn’t the kind of man to retreat quietly. His calm, polite demeanor was gone — replaced by the cold resolve of someone pushed too far. When he stormed into Adam Newman’s office at Newman Media, even Adam — a man used to staring down enemies — felt the tension shift.
“You call this journalism?” Kane demanded, voice steady but razor-sharp. “You didn’t expose the truth. You invented it.”
Adam leaned back, unfazed. “Sometimes the truth writes itself,” he said smugly.
Kane’s eyes darkened. “Then let’s see how it ends when I start writing it.”
The confrontation marked the beginning of something bigger — not just a personal vendetta, but a war that would pull half the city into its flames.
Phyllis Summers — The Unexpected Ally
Later that night, as rain streaked down his penthouse windows, Kane poured himself another glass of whiskey. His anger hadn’t faded — it had only sharpened.
A knock at the door broke the silence. When he called for the visitor to enter, the last person he expected stepped inside: Phyllis Summers.
“Still drinking your problems away?” she teased, her voice equal parts flirtation and challenge.
Kane didn’t rise to the bait. “If you came to mock me, you’re late. The rest of Genoa City beat you to it.”
Phyllis smirked, circling the room. “I didn’t come to mock you. I came to help you. You’re not the only one Newman Media’s burned.”
Their banter gave way to something heavier. Beneath Phyllis’s sharp tongue was an understanding — she knew what it meant to have your name dragged through the dirt and to fight your way back up in heels and determination.
“You want to rebuild your image?” she asked, leaning in. “Then stop begging for forgiveness and make them afraid of you again.”
Kane met her gaze. “You mean, play their game?”
Phyllis smiled. “No, Kane. Change the rules.”
And with that, a new alliance was born — one rooted not in love or loyalty, but in strategy, vengeance, and survival. Together, they began crafting a counterattack that would shake Newman Media to its core. But as their plotting deepened, the lines between justice and revenge blurred — and neither realized how far they’d go before the cost became too high.
Jill Abbott’s Goodbye — and Her Warning
Across town, Jill Abbott was preparing to leave Genoa City for London. Her health was faltering, but her spirit remained fierce. As she packed her bags, her thoughts weren’t on her recovery — they were on the chaos she was leaving behind.
Before departing, she stopped by Jack Abbott’s office at Jabot. Their history was long, complicated, and laced with grudging respect.
“I’m worried about Kane,” she confessed, her voice softer than usual. “Everyone thinks he’s out for blood, but I don’t believe that. He wants redemption, not revenge.”
Jack’s skeptical look said it all. “You’re betting on the wrong man again, Jill. You always do.”
She smiled faintly. “Maybe. But I’ve seen him rise from worse. And if he’s planning something, it won’t be what anyone expects.”
Jack sighed. “Whatever it is, Victor won’t let it slide.”
Her expression darkened. “That’s what worries me. When Victor feels threatened, people disappear.”
It was meant as a warning. Within 24 hours, it would sound more like a prophecy.
The Morning the King Fell
By dawn, the city woke to chaos. Police cars surrounded Newman Enterprises, and whispers spread like wildfire.
Victor Newman was dead.
Found lifeless in his office, the cause of death was unclear — but foul play was suspected. The room had been ransacked, security footage mysteriously erased, and one clue stood out: a whiskey glass with unfamiliar fingerprints.
Speculation ran rampant. Adam Newman blamed Kane, insisting their heated confrontation had been a prelude to murder. Chelsea, pale and shaken, wasn’t so sure. “He wanted revenge,” she admitted, “but not like this.”
Meanwhile, Phyllis Summers was nowhere to be found. And those who knew her best recognized the silence as dangerous.
The Aftermath — and a City on Edge
Within hours, Jack Abbott, Nikki Newman, and Victoria Newman gathered at the Newman estate, each pointing fingers in different directions.
Victoria’s voice trembled with rage. “He made enemies everywhere. But Kane’s the only one reckless enough to finish the job!”
Jack’s reply was measured, his grief masking suspicion. “Don’t underestimate your own family, Victoria. When power’s on the line, blood doesn’t matter.”
The irony of his words hung heavy. Because in Genoa City, it never did.
As detectives combed through the evidence, two names kept surfacing — Kane Ashby and Phyllis Summers. The whispers grew louder: Did their alliance go too far? Had their plan to destroy Newman Media ended in Victor’s death?
But behind closed doors, there was one more twist. A flash drive was discovered hidden in Victor’s desk — a single encrypted file labeled “ASHBY.” Whatever it contained, it wasn’t just about business. It was personal.
Reputation, Revenge, and the Reckoning Ahead
By nightfall, Genoa City had turned into a chessboard of grief, betrayal, and suspicion. Kane stood alone in his penthouse, watching the city lights flicker below.
Phyllis finally appeared at his door again — eyes wild, voice urgent. “They think you did it,” she whispered. “And honestly, after what we started… maybe they’re not wrong.”
Kane’s face hardened. “I didn’t kill him.”
“Then you’d better prove it fast,” she said. “Because the Newmans are coming for you — and they don’t forgive. Ever.”
As sirens wailed in the distance and Genoa City held its breath, one thing was certain — Victor Newman’s death wasn’t the end. It was only the beginning of a new war.
In Genoa City, justice is just another word for revenge — and this time, the body count is only going to rise. 💣💔😱