Dumas reveals Victoria’s DNA – she is Jack’s biological daughter The Young And The Restless Spoilers

Genoa City has never been short of scandal, but this shock is beyond imagination. As the Newman family gathers at Society, laughing and toasting champagne as usual, they are completely unaware of the storm brewing.

Aristotle Dumas, the mysterious man who has infiltrated the city’s elite, is not just a scheming businessman or investor—he is a man on a mission, a deeply wounded man, bearing truths the world is not yet ready to face.

In a secret control room lined with surveillance screens, corporate maps, and encrypted data, Aristotle issues a terse command: “Time. Send the results.”

Within seconds, every device in Society buzzes—Victor’s phone, laptop, iPad—receiving a file labeled “Top Secret DNA Report.”

Jack Abbott opens the file in silence. Nikki taps the screen with trembling fingers, while Victoria—calm as ever—reads the information without blinking.

There was a heavy silence, before Victor exploded, slamming his fist on the table and screaming that this was a lie. But his instincts told him otherwise.

Nikki cried, speechless. Victoria looked at her mother, then at Jack, betrayal burning in her chest – a part of her that had long felt distant from Victor, and now everything seemed to make sense.

Aristotle watched from afar, his eyes piercing – his plan was not just to reveal the secret, but to destroy the Newman legend, piece by piece.

And then the truth was revealed: Victoria was not Victor Newman’s biological daughter. She was Jack Abbott’s. What she had thought was the foundation – the inheritance, the recognition, the status – now crumbled.

Jack was petrified, remembering his affair with Nikki, never thinking that the result of that rainy night would be a child. Nikki sobbed and confessed that she had suspected but had kept quiet out of fear.

Victoria stood up, her eyes cold, and whispered, “So this is what it feels like… to have your whole life rewritten in a second.”

She looked at Jack and asked, “Is it true?” Jack was speechless. And Aristotle continued his orders: send more documents. Additional evidence—photos, diaries, test results, medical notes—popped into the room’s equipment, indisputable.

The media received similar data. The news exploded: “Shocking revelation: Victoria Newman is not Victor’s child.” Newman’s stock dropped instantly.

Victor walked away, his face pale with grief and anger. Nikki froze, clutching her wine glass. Jack approached Victoria: “If this is true… I’ll be here.”

But she didn’t answer. A new person was forming inside her—a person born of betrayal. Then a beep. From the ceiling, a voice—cold and mocking. “

Victor… you’ve always been good at shouting at ghosts. But this time, the ghost is shouting back.” It was Aristotle. His voice echoed throughout the room, each word like a knife cutting into Victor’s pride. “

The best part of this moment is that you – the great Victor Newman – were defeated not by an opponent in the boardroom, but by your own bloodline… or rather, the lack of it.” Everyone fell silent. Aristotle had not stopped. And the real storm had only just begun.