The streets of Genoa City have gone eerily quiet since Cain Ashby made his grand return — and everyone can feel it. At Crimson Lights, whispers ripple through the crowd like static in the air. It’s not the return of a fallen businessman that chills the city… it’s the ghost of his past that’s come back to haunt him.
Cain’s new empire looks impenetrable — a slick web of “restructuring” and “optimization” masking the most aggressive takeover Genoa’s ever seen. From tech startups to family-owned boutiques, every deal bears his fingerprints. But behind the polished press releases lies a storm of hostile buyouts, fake charities, and psychological warfare. Those who know Cain best recognize the signs — the grin that hides guilt, the confidence that masks fear.
But this time, it isn’t just business enemies watching. It’s everyone. Jill sees the same ambition that once burned through the Chancellor legacy. Victor’s instincts tell him Cain’s building a rival energy empire. And even Jack, Victoria, and Abby are quietly aligning forces, sensing something bigger — and darker — is at play.
THE CHILD WHO VANISHED
While the corporate world obsesses over Cain’s next move, one name is sending shivers through the community — Sam Ashby.
Juliet Helton’s son. The boy Cain never talks about.
And in Genoa City, silence is never innocent.
Whispers of school records that don’t match, mysterious medical payments routed through Japan, and a legal guardian named Emmy Helton — Juliet’s elusive cousin — have thrown Cain’s world into suspicion. Every breadcrumb leads to one terrifying possibility: Cain didn’t just hide his child… he erased him.
If Sam’s documents are connected to any of Cain’s “creative” transfers — if even one transaction was funded by dirty money — the entire empire could collapse overnight. The machine Cain built to protect himself may end up burying him.
GENOA CITY STRIKES BACK
Lily feels it in her bones — the man she once loved is crossing a line he can’t return from.ack slows down the deals, Victor tightens the banking channels, Abby cuts off hotel contracts. Each move is a quiet act of war.
And then comes the spark: a small insurance file with Cain’s handwritten signature — proof he’s been secretly funding Sam’s “care.” The press smells blood. Reporters demand answers. Cain’s PR team panics. Investors tremble.
The story catches fire “Where is Sam Ashby?”
As headlines multiply, Cain’s silence becomes his confession. In Genoa City, a father’s denial is deadlier than a corporate scandal.
THE RETURN THAT WILL END HIM
There’s talk Sam might reappear — not with anger, not with drama — but with truth. A quiet, heartbreaking question whispered into a microphone:
“Why weren’t you there, Dad?”
One question.
One child.
And Cain’s empire falls like glass.
Because in a city built on lies, the truth of a forgotten son is the sharpest weapon of all.
When the numbers stop lying and the child’s voice finally cuts through the noise, Cain will face a reckoning more brutal than bankruptcy — the death of the man he used to be.
And when that happens, Genoa City will learn once again the cruelest law of all soap justice:
Power means nothing without family.
15 of the best celebrity cars
From Conan O’Brien’s Ford Taurus and Jay Leno’s Chrysler Tank Car to Lady Gaga’s Ford Lightning and Janis Joplin’s Porsche
ByLogan Carter / Jalopnik and Logan Carter
Published April 28, 2024
Celebrities sure have it rough; they have to star in blockbuster movies or top the music charts and all they get out of it is guaranteed harassment by paparazzi and a few million dollars. They have a public image to uphold and they know everyone is staring, and the car they drive makes a statement to their fans and their haters alike.
Should they go with a statement car that signals their status? Or should they go with something humble and efficient to skew their public image and save them from run-ins with those pesky environmentalists? Actually most of your favorite celebrity cars fall into neither category, and most fall into the category of cars for car enthusiasts. I said that my favorite celebrity’s car was Paris Hilton’s Lexus LFA because telling non-car-people that you drive a Lexus doesn’t carry the same clout as telling folks that you drive a Ferrari or something flashier. Unsurprisingly the Jalopnik audience chose some more obscure choices, and I am glad that’s the case. These are your favorite celebrity cars.
