FULL – The Bold and the Beautiful 5/28/2025 | B&B Spoilers Wednesday, May 28

Phoenix Rising: Daphne Maro’s Faked Death and the Scandal That Shook Forrester Creations

When Daphne Maro announced she was staying in Los Angeles to launch her signature fragrance, Phoenix, no one expected her to ignite the foundation of Forrester Creations.

More than a perfume, Phoenix was her resurrection.

For years, Daphne had existed in the shadows of others—graceful, composed, silent. But with Phoenix, she intended to reclaim her voice. One scent. One bottle. One calculated move at a time.

Ridge Forrester approved the campaign without hesitation. Daphne’s mystique was magnetic, and the industry craved boldness.

Everything was in motion—photo shoots, ad spots, press kits—when Daphne announced a sudden trip to Paris to finalize a multi-million dollar distribution deal. Forrester’s private jet was prepped, and the staff boarded.

But 23 minutes after takeoff, the plane exploded over the Atlantic.

Debris rained like stars into the sea. News of the tragedy reached Los Angeles before the smoke had even cleared.

Daphne Maro: Presumed Dead in Jet Explosion.

The perfume hadn’t even hit shelves. The woman behind it? Gone—or so the world believed.

Authorities cited mechanical failure. A tragedy. Nothing more.

But Ridge Forrester didn’t believe it. Something felt wrong. The timing, the contracts, the unfinished deals. It didn’t add up.

He hired a private investigative team. Within days, they uncovered disturbing irregularities.

Daphne’s name was on the flight manifest—but security footage showed she never arrived at the airport. The rest of the passengers were accounted for. Daphne had simply vanished.

Then came another revelation—buried in the insurance files. Massive claims filed hours after the explosion, fast-tracked payouts signed by none other than Carter Walton, Forrester’s general counsel.

The insurance valuation had been exaggerated. The payout? Large enough to bankroll an entire international expansion.

Ridge’s investigators found further discrepancies—ghost vendors, inflated travel stipends, hidden accounts. And then—Daphne reappeared.

Alive. Calm. Deliberate.

“I never boarded,” she told Ridge. “And I never intended to.”

She handed him a thick folder—offshore records, altered contracts, incriminating emails. Carter Walton had been embezzling from Forrester for over six years. He wasn’t alone, but he was the mastermind.

The explosion had been a trap. Her “death” was bait.

Once Carter filed the insurance claim, he exposed himself.

Ridge and Daphne kept her return a secret for 72 hours as they coordinated with federal agents. Investigators seized Carter’s devices, set up surveillance, and quietly traced his communications.

Then—internal leaks began surfacing. Anonymous tips. Rumors. Whispers.

By Monday morning, Carter walked into a boardroom where every face was cold.

At the head of the table stood Ridge. And beside him—not a ghost—but a very much alive Daphne Maro.

“You’re alive…” Carter gasped.

“And so is every email you tried to delete,” Daphne said.

The room fell silent.

“The DOJ is reviewing your offshore accounts,” Ridge added. “You used my family’s company to buy real estate in Dubai and funnel payments through fake agencies in Prague.”

Carter tried to speak, but Brooke Logan stood.

“You killed four people,” she said. “And you didn’t even flinch.”

The fallout was swift. A press conference was held. Daphne’s survival and the conspiracy were revealed. Carter was suspended and referred to federal prosecutors.

The media called it: Betrayal in Silk.
Carter Walton and the Fall of Forrester Trust.

Behind the scenes, the damage was personal.

Eric was devastated. Katie was heartbroken. Brooke stood tall in public but wept in private. Steffy demanded a full audit. Hope Logan—emotionally raw—vanished from public view.

But Daphne remained.

Phoenix launched the following week. No interviews. No publicity tour.

She didn’t need one.

The story sold itself:
The woman who faked her death and returned to claim her legacy.

The perfume sold out in two days.

At the launch party, Ridge raised a toast: “To second chances.”

Daphne raised hers: “And to the end of silence.”

But in a luxury suite in Singapore, a man watched the broadcast. On his desk: a photo of Carter Walton and a file marked Forrester Internal Records.

He smiled.

“This was only step one,” he whispered.
And the next storm began to gather.