Y&R Spoilers: Shock Jordan pleads help with Cole – get me away from Ian Ward

Jordan stepped onto the cracked pavement outside Cole’s modest one-story home, the faint glow of a solitary streetlamp casting elongated shadows across Genoa City’s quiet suburbs.

It was well past midnight, but the eerie silence provided no solace—only a haunting reminder of the impossible choice that loomed over her. Ian Ward’s ultimatum rang in her ears: kill Sharon or face her own demise.

There was no room for mercy, no escape from the nightmare that pressed down on her. She had no one to turn to—except Cole.

Once, he had been her savior, rescuing her from a plot orchestrated by Victor that could have ended her life. But years had passed, and the fragile trust between them had all but eroded.

Tonight, she wasn’t sure if he would open the door or slam it shut in her face.

Crunching leaves betrayed her presence as she approached his home. Taking a deep breath, she knocked softly. After an agonizing pause, a light flickered on inside.

She heard the shuffle of slippers, then the creak of the door as it opened a crack. Cole’s wary eyes appeared in the gap, widening in recognition. Without a word, he stepped aside, allowing her into the cluttered living room.

The air smelled of old books and stale coffee. Cole, his arms crossed and expression grim, didn’t bother offering her a seat. “Jordan,” he said, his voice low, “what are you doing here?”

Her words spilled out in a trembling rush. She told him everything—how Ian had cornered her, how he’d ordered her to kill Sharon, and how refusing meant her death. Tears welled up as she pleaded with Cole to understand the peril she faced.

Cole listened in silence, his jaw tightening as the truth unfolded. When she finished, the tension hung thick between them. “You’re telling me Ian Ward wants you to murder Sharon,” he repeated, his voice measured. “And if you don’t, he’ll kill you?”

Jordan nodded, wiping her eyes. “You’re the only one who can help me, Cole. Please, I’m begging you.”

He shook his head, pacing. “Last time I got involved, I barely escaped being branded your accomplice. I can’t go through that again.” He urged her to turn herself in and let the police handle Ian, but Jordan’s voice rose in desperation.

“Turn myself in?” she spat. “So Ian can find me in a cell? So Victor can keep walking free after everything he’s done to me? No, I need justice—I need revenge!”

Cole’s face hardened. “Revenge won’t bring you peace, Jordan. And going after Ian or Victor on your own is a death sentence.”

Their argument surged and ebbed, leaving them both drained. Eventually, Cole sighed and reached for a notepad. “If you’re determined to fight this, you’ll need allies,” he said.

He scribbled down a few names—former associates of Victor’s who might hold leverage over Ian. “This is all I can give you. But once you leave, you’re on your own. Don’t come back here, Jordan. I can’t risk it.”

Jordan took the slip of paper, her gratitude mixed with anguish. “Thank you, Cole. I won’t forget this.”

As she stepped back into the night, the weight of her decision settled over her. She had no clear plan, only scraps of information and a flicker of hope.

But one thing was certain: she would fight to survive—and to expose the monsters lurking in Genoa City’s shadows.