The sun had barely risen over Salem, but tension already hung heavy in the air. Secrets were about to shatter, alliances would be tested, and betrayal was no longer just a threat—it was a promise. On this fateful day, passions ignited, plans unfolded, and war lines were drawn. Welcome to another explosive chapter in the saga of Days of Our Lives.

The storm began to brew at Gabby Chic. Gabi Hernandez stormed into her office, her heels echoing like gunshots on the marble floor, her eyes ablaze with fury. Philip Kiriakis stood by her desk, looking infuriatingly calm, arms crossed and posture defiant.

“You went behind my back,” Gabi seethed, her voice shaking not from fear, but fury.

“I saved your company,” Philip snapped back without hesitation. “Your idea was reckless. Leo Stark strutting down a runway in scarves? We lost two buyers overnight, Gabi.”

Gabi’s laugh was sharp and bitter. “We tripled our engagement! You’re afraid of bold ideas. Admit it—you’re clinging to the past like it still wants you.”

Their standoff intensified, with each word slicing through the air. This wasn’t just a corporate clash—it was personal. Old grievances rose like ghosts, and every accusation was laced with a shared history of mistrust. Philip thought he could control Gabby Chic, mold it into his image. But Gabi wasn’t about to let anyone—especially a Kiriakis—steal her thunder.

“You want a war?” she growled, standing toe-to-toe with him.

Philip didn’t blink. “You already started it.”

Elsewhere, Leo Stark was packing with fury, throwing designer shirts into a suitcase with theatrical disdain. Gabi had finally kicked him out, citing his snooping as the last straw. Caught red-handed digging through her purse, Leo didn’t deny it—he defended it.

“She’s hiding something,” he hissed to Javi Hernandez, who leaned casually against the doorway. “I swear, she’s tangled up in EJ DiMera’s case, and nobody wants to admit it.”

“You still can’t justify digging through her stuff,” Javi said, unimpressed. “You’re lucky she didn’t have you arrested.”

Leo’s eyes twinkled mischievously. “Maybe it’s time for a fresh start. You, me—our own place. Just imagine it. No Gabi. No drama. Just us.”

Javi chuckled. “You’re delusional… but kind of irresistible.”

And just like that, a new plot was born—less dramatic, perhaps, but no less dangerous.

Meanwhile, across town in the shadowy corners of the Brady Pub, Shawn Brady stared into the bottom of his coffee cup, the weight of the world crushing his shoulders. Opposite him, Steve Johnson sat in silence, nursing a drink that had long since gone cold.

“We’re out of time,” Shawn said, voice low. “Bo’s not going to make it. Not unless we steal that drug.”

Steve looked up, eyes narrowing. “You’re serious.”

“Russell won’t budge. He’s hiding behind regulations while my father is dying. The drug—Versix—can save him, and you know it.”

It was a line neither man wanted to cross—but desperation pushed them over the edge. With Kayla shut down by the system, and Bo slipping further into a coma, Shawn proposed the unthinkable: break into Salem University Hospital and take the drug by force.

But he needed help. Discreet, skilled help.

Ava Vitali exhaled a plume of smoke behind the bistro, her expression unreadable as Shawn laid out the plan.

“You want me to hack into hospital security?” she asked with an arched brow.

“You do this,” Shawn replied, “and your record? Wiped clean.”

Ava flicked away her cigarette, a wicked grin forming. “Well, well… Detective Brady, blackmail and bribery? I’m impressed.”

The plan was in motion. Russell’s lab was secure, but Ava could crack it. Shawn would retrieve the drug. But if they were caught, the consequences wouldn’t just be professional—they could be criminal.

Back at the Kiriakis mansion, corporate intrigue brewed over bourbon. Xander and Alex Kiriakis huddled in the study, plotting Philip’s downfall.

“He’s going to sink Gabby Chic before Gabi finishes him off,” Xander muttered.

Alex nodded. “So we do it first. Leak the numbers. Make it look like Philip’s mismanagement is tanking the company.”

Xander smirked. “Potato, potahto. We manufacture a vote of no confidence. Gabi’s emotional, but if we back her after the fallout, she’ll side with us.”

“And once Philip’s out, we take full control,” Alex finished.

It was ruthless. It was cold.

It was Kiriakis.

In quieter moments, desperation whispered from other corners of Salem. Kayla Johnson paced outside Dr. Russell’s office, preparing herself for one last plea.

“Please,” she whispered when he finally appeared. “Bo doesn’t have time. This drug… it’s his only hope.”

But Dr. Russell, bound by red tape and his own fears, shook his head. “I can’t authorize it. I’m sorry.”

Kayla’s voice cracked. “You’re sentencing him to death.”

And still—no mercy. But hope flickered on. Steve and Shawn weren’t waiting for permission anymore.

Back to Chad DiMera and Cat Green—another thread in this tapestry of secrets. Cat arrived with shocking news. Something that would change everything. Was it about the hospital auction? The million-dollar date Maggie gifted her? Or something darker from her family’s past?

She didn’t say.

Not yet.

As the day unraveled into chaos, each character stood at a crossroads. Gabi and Philip’s feud threatened to destroy their brand. Shawn and Steve prepared to become criminals for the sake of love. Xander and Alex plotted a quiet coup. And somewhere in between, miracles were chased, loyalties tested, and new alliances formed in shadows.

The war had begun.

And in Salem… nothing would ever be the same.

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