IMPOSSIBLE – Noah Confesses Allie Was Murdered and Reveals the Killer to Jack and Kyle

The normally vibrant lobby of the Grand Phoenix Hotel feels suffocatingly still, weighed down by a sense of impending dread. Noah Newman stands near the entrance to the lounge, rigid under the warm glow of the lights. He no longer resembles the calm, creative spirit Genoa City once knew. His eyes are bloodshot, his jaw clenched tight, and his hands tremble as he checks his watch again and again. He is waiting for Jack Abbott and Kyle Abbott—two men he once considered family, but who now feel like judges about to deliver a sentence.

When the elevator doors open, Jack steps out first, his authority unmistakable even without a boardroom around him. Kyle follows closely, their united front making Noah’s stomach twist. Jack’s greeting is polite but guarded, while Kyle’s impatience is clear. Noah’s recent disappearance, his unanswered calls, and his evasive behavior since returning from London have raised too many red flags to ignore—especially when Allie has vanished without a word.

Noah tries to deflect, blaming chaos and readjustment, but Kyle cuts straight to the point. Allie hasn’t contacted anyone—not Jack, not Kyle, not even Traci. Noah flinches at her name, a reaction too quick and too raw to miss. Jack’s tone darkens instantly as he demands the truth about his granddaughter. Noah insists she’s fine, claims she wanted space, but the lie sounds hollow even to him.

Kyle explodes, insisting Allie would never disappear like this. She adored Jack. She wouldn’t go silent unless something was wrong. Jack steps closer, his presence overwhelming, and orders Noah to look him in the eye and swear Allie is safe. Noah tries—but he can’t. The weight of months of deception crushes him. His composure shatters as he collapses onto a nearby seat, sobbing uncontrollably.

Through broken breaths, Noah finally admits the truth. Allie isn’t in Paris. She’s gone. When Jack asks what he means, Noah whispers the words that drain the room of air: Allie is dead. The silence that follows is devastating. Jack freezes, unable to process what he’s heard. Kyle staggers back, refusing to believe it. They would have been notified, he insists. Authorities, embassies—someone would have said something.

Noah presses on, confessing that it wasn’t an accident. He lied about a car crash, lied to everyone. Allie was murdered. In London, she uncovered something dangerous at an art gallery—evidence tied to smuggling operations hidden within art shipments. She found records, a ledger that exposed powerful criminals. When they realized what she knew, they ran Noah and Allie off the road. Noah survived. Allie didn’t.

Terrified, Noah explains that the men who orchestrated it threatened him. If he went to the police, they would destroy Allie’s reputation, frame her for the crimes, and come after her family next—especially Jack and Jabot. Believing silence was the only way to protect them, Noah buried the truth. He thought the danger would fade if the secret stayed hidden.

Jack is devastated. His grief quickly turns to fury as he realizes Noah denied them the chance to mourn properly, to seek justice. Kyle’s shock erupts into rage. He grabs Noah, furious that they were allowed to believe Allie was living her dream while she lay in a grave. Jack stops Kyle from striking him, but the disappointment in his eyes cuts deeper than any blow.

Desperate, Noah insists he loved Allie and that the guilt has been destroying him. He offers to go to the police and confess everything. Kyle snarls that he will—and warns Noah to pray for mercy afterward. The confession brings no relief, only ruin, as the truth leaves the Abbott family shattered.

But the revelations don’t stop there. Noah admits that before her death, Allie had been investigating suspicious financial dealings connected to Matt Clark. What she uncovered wasn’t minor corruption—it was a pattern of manipulation, shell companies, and hidden transfers pointing to something far more sinister. Noah is convinced Allie was killed to keep that secret buried.