The morning the mysterious box arrived in Malibu, the sky looked bruised and muted, as if the world sensed what was coming. Finn had the house to himself—Steffy was visiting Ridge with Hayes—leaving only the hush of the ocean and the weight of his growing doubts. For months he had been fixated on strange discrepancies in Luna’s autopsy, unable to accept how someone so vibrant could die under such murky circumstances. But the doorbell’s chime that morning would lead him somewhere far more personal than any medical mystery.

A plain brown package sat at the door, unmarked except for his own name printed in fading ink. No sender. No clues. Inside lay an old hospital folder, its edges worn, stamped Confidential – University Medical Center, 1989. His birth year.

At first, everything inside looked routine—birth forms, bloodwork, parental signatures—but then Finn noticed a smaller sealed envelope tucked between the papers. It read: Original Paternity Results – Do Not Release.

Hands trembling, he opened it.

The truth hit him so hard he forgot to breathe.

The man listed as his biological father wasn’t Jack Finnegan.

It was William Spencer Jr.
Bill Spencer.

The name slammed into him with a force that made his vision blur. He reread the results, hoping repetition would somehow rewrite reality. But the genetic markers, the hospital insignia, the signatures of long-retired staff—they were all authentic. And once he dug deeper, the horror expanded: the official paternity test in his medical file had been altered. Someone had replaced the real results with a forged version naming Jack as his father.

And every line, every authorization, every falsified number pointed back to the same person: Li Finnegan.

His mother. His compass. The woman who shaped every part of him.

Finn sat in stunned silence, realizing the truth he had never imagined. Lee hadn’t only hidden his father—she had rewritten his entire identity.

Hours later, when Steffy returned home, she found him frozen in place, the folder open before him. When she read the paper, her voice cracked. “Bill Spencer… Finn, that means you’re Liam’s half-brother.” Finn could only nod.

The revelation ripped through their lives like a tornado. The man who had once threatened Steffy’s happiness, who had fathered Liam and Wyatt, who wielded power like a weapon—was now bound to them by blood.

Finn’s anguish only deepened when he confronted Lee. She tried to explain—one reckless night with Bill before she married Jack, a pregnancy she feared would ruin everything. She insisted she had protected Finn from becoming another pawn in Bill’s empire. But Finn saw only deception, not protection.

Meanwhile, the secret reached Bill himself. After verifying the DNA results, he became consumed with a mix of shock and exhilaration. To him, Finn represented the son he’d always wanted: disciplined, brilliant, formidable. Bill immediately reached out, determined to pull Finn into the Spencer dynasty. But Finn rejected any attempt to claim him, telling Bill plainly: “I’m a Finnegan.”

Yet the fallout didn’t stop.

Liam felt blindsided, Steffy was torn between love and dread, and Finn’s identity began to fracture. The press seized the scandal, painting Finn as the secret Spencer heir. And lurking behind everything was Sheila Carter, thrilled to see Lee’s world crumble. She even sent Lee a threat—proof of the forged report and a warning that secrets never stay buried.

The hospital suspended Lee’s medical license. Her reputation collapsed overnight.

As Finn tried to hold himself together, Bill kept pushing—letters, phone calls, even quiet offers to reshape Finn’s future. Finn dismissed each attempt, but he couldn’t deny the creeping fear that Bill might be right about one thing: blood had power.

One night, Finn confronted Bill face-to-face in his office. Their argument was tense, raw, and full of old wounds neither man had lived through yet somehow felt. Bill insisted they were more alike than Finn wanted to admit. Finn left unsettled, haunted by the idea that some part of him might mirror Bill.

But the most dangerous moment came when Sheila finally emerged from the shadows.

She approached Finn with a chilling smile, whispering that Bill Spencer was not the end of the story. That another secret—one even deeper, even darker—was waiting.

And for the first time, Finn understood: in his world, blood wasn’t just lineage.
It was leverage.
It was a weapon.
And his entire life had just become the battlefield.