For months, whispers had followed Luna wherever she went, shadows of a past she never fully addressed. To most in Los Angeles, she was a mysterious figure—beautiful, enigmatic, and capable of switching from warmth to icy distance in the blink of an eye. Those who dared to look closer saw the cracks in her perfect facade, but no one could have guessed just how deep they ran. That changed when a long-buried secret burst into the open: the identity of the very first victim Luna had ever killed. It wasn’t a rumor or a half-truth—it was a fact, confirmed by someone who had no reason to lie. The revelation didn’t just send shockwaves through the Forrester family; it threatened to shatter Luna’s entire world. The name was like a ghost from the past, one she had worked tirelessly to bury. The victim wasn’t a stranger, nor an enemy—it was someone from Luna’s inner circle, someone who had once been close enough to know her secrets and vulnerabilities. Their death had been ruled an accident years ago, a tragic twist of fate on a stormy night, but the truth was far more chilling. Luna had been there. Luna had acted. And in that moment, whether through a burst of rage, self-defense, or calculated intent, she had crossed a line from which there was no return. The reveal came during an emotional confrontation in the Forrester mansion. Ridge, Steffy, and Hope were all present when the truth slipped out—not from Luna herself, but from someone who had been piecing together fragments of the story for months. Gasps filled the room as the name was spoken aloud, each syllable heavy with history. Luna stood frozen, her face betraying a flicker of fear before she quickly masked it with defiance. But those who knew her best could see it—the tightening of her jaw, the faint tremor in her hands. Ridge was the first to demand answers, his voice low but sharp, cutting through the stunned silence. “Is it true? Did you kill them?” Steffy’s eyes burned with suspicion, while Hope seemed almost unable to process what she was hearing. Luna didn’t deny it. Instead, she chose her words carefully, explaining that things had spiraled out of control that night. She insisted it hadn’t been planned, that she hadn’t meant for it to happen—but she also didn’t express the kind of regret they expected. To her, the circumstances were complicated, and she believed the victim’s actions had left her with no choice. That justification, however, did little to soften the blow. The first victim’s identity carried weight not just because of who they were, but because of what their death had set in motion. It was the catalyst for everything Luna had become—the guarded woman who trusted no one completely, who calculated every move, who always seemed ready to disappear if things got too close to the truth. Now, with the past dragged into the light, the repercussions were immediate. Friends turned wary. Family members questioned whether they’d ever truly known her. Even those who had once defended her began to wonder if they’d been blind to something dangerous all along. Outside the mansion, word of the revelation spread quickly through the tight-knit circles of Los Angeles’ elite. Allies became distant, and enemies seized the opportunity to strike. For Luna, the danger wasn’t just in losing her social standing—it was in what might come next. If the police decided to reopen the case, she could face charges. And if certain people from her past caught wind of her vulnerability, they might come for her in ways that went far beyond legal consequences. Yet, even as the walls closed in, Luna held her head high. She didn’t apologize, not fully. She spoke of survival, of moments where split-second decisions defined the rest of one’s life. Some saw strength in her stance; others saw a complete lack of remorse. The divide among those around her only grew, with some believing she was capable of far worse, and others convinced she was simply a woman who had been pushed too far. As the night wore on and the initial shock settled into a tense, heavy silence, one thing became painfully clear: knowing the identity of Luna’s first victim didn’t bring closure. It only opened new wounds, raised more questions, and painted her in a light that no amount of charm or beauty could fully disguise. In the world of the Bold and the Beautiful, secrets have power—but once exposed, they can destroy just as easily as they protect. And for Luna, the truth about her first kill might be the one secret she can never outrun.