Nikki Gives Victoria and Nick DNA Results – Their Biological Father’s Identity Revealed Y&R Spoilers

In the days following Aristotle Damas’s shocking revelation — that he, not Victor Newman, is the true biological father of both Nick and Victoria — Genoa City reeled from the aftershocks. The news didn’t just send ripples through the Newman family — it detonated their very foundation.

Rumors raced faster than any press release, spiraling through boardrooms and bar lounges alike. The Newmans, once considered unshakable titans, awoke each morning to headlines, whispers, and the looming threat of a truth they might not be able to outrun.

Inside the Newman penthouse, Nikki Newman was unraveling. She paced the master suite in a silk robe that dragged behind her like the weight of her sins. Aristotle’s words rang in her ears: Twice you betrayed Victor. Twice you let me in under the cover of passion.

He claimed to have slipped into her bed on two separate nights—each time resulting in the conception of a child now believed to be Victor’s.

Nikki’s hands trembled as she dialed Victor’s number—again. Ten calls in two hours. No answer. She was alone, facing the collapse of her world. If Aristotle’s claims were true, then the family she fought to protect was built on a lie. And if she kept that lie hidden, she risked losing them all.

When Victor finally answered, his voice was glacial. “Tell me again. You lied to me twice. And this Aristotle… he’s convinced you?” Nikki’s denial cracked. “I swear, Victor. I never meant—” But Victor, for the first time, didn’t believe her. Not entirely.

Determined to uncover the truth himself, Victor ordered a private DNA test for Nick and Victoria, cutting through every legal safeguard to get the results. As he waited, his mind circled back through the milestones of his life—the birth of his children, their first steps, their shared victories. Could it all have been a fantasy?

Meanwhile, Victoria Newman was seething in her office. The headline blinked on her screen: Newman Scandal — Did Nikki Betray Victor? As if the public humiliation weren’t enough, her phone buzzed with a message from Aristotle: You deserve to know the truth.

Victoria couldn’t make sense of her mother’s alleged betrayal. Two affairs? Two children? She remembered a call from Jack Abbott warning her to stay calm—but the damage was already done.

Rage and grief coiled inside her as she wondered if everything she knew about her childhood—every bedtime story, every gesture of love—had been built on deception.

Nick, meanwhile, fought an internal war. At first, he defended his mother. But Aristotle released two video confessions—Nikki, younger, weeping into his shoulder, her voice heavy with regret. Nick’s instinct to protect gave way to logic. Had his life, too, been a lie? Was he not a Newman at all?

Sleep evaded him. Days passed in a haze of boardroom meetings and polite smiles that now felt like masks. At night, he lay awake, haunted by the thought: If Victor isn’t my father, then who am I?

Seventy-two hours later, the DNA results came in.

The test confirmed it: Nick and Victoria were not Victor’s biological children.

Before Victor could gather his thoughts—or his legal team—Aristotle appeared again. This time on a video call, grainy but deliberate. “You have your answer,” he said. “They are mine by blood. But I raised them to love your family. Now, the choice is yours: acknowledge me, or watch your legacy unravel.”

That night, the Newman penthouse transformed into a battleground. Victor slammed a transcript of the video onto the coffee table. “He wants a seat at our table,” he growled. Nikki, voice cracked and eyes sunken, murmured, “I never meant for this to happen.”

Victoria shot up. “Love doesn’t erase biology, mother. You owe us the truth you stole.”

Nick was quieter, broken. “I don’t know who I am anymore,” he whispered.

The question hung in the air: Are we still Newmans?

In the following days, Nick and Victoria faced a profound reckoning. Nick met privately with Aristotle, who recalled bedtime stories, college funds, and unseen gestures of care. Part of him felt grateful. But loyalty to Victor—his father in all but blood—remained ironclad.

Victoria, the more pragmatic of the two, initially rejected the idea of accepting Aristotle. But as she watched him—calm, patient, willing—something shifted. Could fatherhood be more than DNA?

At an emotionally charged family dinner, portraits of Victor’s ancestors gazing down in judgment, Nick broke the silence. “I may not share your blood,” he told Aristotle, “but I share your history. If you stand with us, I’ll stand with you.”

Victoria, after a long pause, nodded. “Biology is one thing. Family is what we make of it.”

In that moment, the definition of family evolved. The Newman name, once etched in stone, was now rewritten—by love, by truth, and by choice.