It was meant to be a glittering evening on Genoa City’s waters — a luxurious yacht, a guest list brimming with the elite, and a night of laughter, toasts, and reconciliation. But as dawn broke, it wasn’t champagne bubbles floating in the air — it was suspicion. At the centre of this unraveling nightmare lies one man: Damian Cain, whose collapse during the party has now triggered a full-scale criminal investigation led by none other than Chance Chancellor.

What began as a quiet toast quickly turned into chaos. Damian, romantically entangled with Lily Winters and at odds with Cain Ashby, fell to the deck in full view of guests. The gasp of horror from Lily echoed across the river as glasses shattered and the band fell silent. Damian was fighting for his life — and someone wanted it gone.

But who? And why?

Chance moved fast, locking down the yacht and treating every guest as a potential suspect. Devon, Abby, Lily, Cain — no one was above suspicion. Interviews were conducted in hushed tones, glasses were collected for analysis, and a timeline began to take shape. The poison, if that’s what it was, had been administered within an hour of Damian’s collapse. Suspicion swirled like the mist off the water.

Cain Ashby was quick to point out they’d both drunk from the same bottle of whiskey. “Unless I’m planning to take us both out,” he joked earlier that night. But no one was laughing now. Especially not Lily, who was torn between her history with Cain and her love for Damian. Her tears weren’t just for the man on the stretcher — they were for the years of guilt, heartbreak, and impossible choices she thought she’d left behind.

And yet the poison may not have been the most shocking clue of the evening. As Chance combed the yacht for evidence, a bloodied knife was found near the stern — and a smear of crimson along the railing. Was the poisoning merely a distraction for something even darker?

The guests grew restless, each of them holding their breath as Chance’s investigation closed in. Devon claimed he’d been on a business call. Abby said she was helping the catering team. But every alibi was met with scrutiny, every timeline cross-checked. And then there was Cain — his cold composure raising more eyebrows than it calmed.

And yet, another player loomed in the background. A shadowy figure spotted at the bar earlier in the evening, never identified, never questioned. Were they an innocent bystander? Or the true puppet master pulling the strings?

As Damian remains in critical condition, the fallout threatens to tear Genoa City apart. Business alliances are cracking, old wounds are being torn open, and love is turning lethal. One thing is clear — someone aboard that yacht had murder on their mind. And if Chance doesn’t find out who soon, it won’t be the last time blood is spilled beneath the city’s glittering lights.

Who do you think tried to kill Damian Cain? Was it revenge, jealousy, or something even more sinister?