The truth, long concealed behind sealed files, falsified documents, and decades of manipulation, is finally being dragged to the surface. Jason Morgan has been quietly waging a war against Jen Sidwell, the man responsible for orchestrating a maze of deceit that could destroy the Corinthos family forever. But just as Jason begins his silent infiltration of Sidwell’s estate, a devastating secret emerges, threatening to change everything they thought they knew—about their enemies, and about their own blood.

Jason’s operation was executed with military precision. He waited for the perfect moment: Sidwell’s guards rotated shifts, and the estate grew quiet, with only motion-triggered security systems active. Moving like a ghost through the stone corridors, Jason bypassed cameras hidden in antique molding and locked doors. His mission wasn’t personal; it wasn’t about surveillance. It was about finding something concrete, something they could use to bring Sidwell down for good. The stakes couldn’t be higher.

Jason’s objectives were simple: find documents linking Sidwell to the arson at Charlie’s Pub, trace any financial connections to the corrupt coroner in the Natalia case, and uncover any communications between Sidwell and the late judge, Eva Herren. But what he found instead shook him to his core.

Behind a false panel in Sidwell’s bedroom wall, rigged with a trap sensor Jason barely disarmed, he discovered a weathered black binder with no external markings. Inside the binder were two sealed envelopes, both in Sidwell’s handwriting, labeled “M. Confidential” and “The Original.” The first file Jason opened contained a birth certificate for a child named Marco. The mother: Natalia Ruiz. The father: unknown. The paternity section had been blacked out, replaced with a forged signature of Jen Sidwell.

Jason’s heart pounded as he dug deeper into the file, discovering a faded DNA test from 24 years ago. It was dated and linked Marco to none other than Michael “Sunny” Corinthos. Jason’s breath caught as he realized the gravity of what he had uncovered. The child—Marco—was Sunny’s son, not Sidwell’s.

The rest of the file revealed a chilling account of how Sidwell had manipulated Natalia Ruiz. She had given birth at a clinic outside New Jersey under heavy sedation, arranged by Sidwell. After delivery, Natalia was told that her baby had died. But Sidwell had taken the child, raised him as his own, and manipulated him to be used against his real father, Sunny.

Jason turned to the second file, labeled “V.” This file was thinner, less detailed, and contained a scanned birth certificate showing Von’s name, with a mother listed as Anastasia Levenson—another name Jason didn’t recognize. The father was Jen Sidwell.

Jason’s jaw clenched. It was clear now. Von was Sidwell’s legitimate son, not Natalia’s, not Carly’s, but still a pawn in Sidwell’s dangerous game. Von, who had been entangled with Jocelyn Jack, Sunny’s daughter, was now unknowingly a part of the web Sidwell had been weaving for years. The truth about Von’s parentage was another bombshell that could rock the Corinthos family to its core.

Jason didn’t waste a moment. He copied both files, returned the originals exactly where he found them, and slipped back into the shadows. By morning, he was sitting in a dimly lit back room with Sunny, the binder opened between them. Sunny sat in stunned silence, staring at the DNA results for what felt like an eternity before speaking, his voice tight with disbelief. “He’s mine.”

Jason nodded. Marco had never been Sidwell’s son. Sidwell’s manipulation of Natalia had been cruel and calculating, and now it was clear why she had returned to Port Charles all those years ago. She had unfinished business—she had wanted to tell Marco the truth, but Sidwell had gotten to her first. And now, Von, raised as Sidwell’s son, was a tool in Sidwell’s ongoing war against the Corinthos family.

“Von’s been under WSB watch since he was a teenager,” Jason continued, sliding the second file towards Sunny. “And now he’s with Jocelyn.” Sunny’s face hardened. “That son of a…” He clenched his fists. “He’s got my daughter wrapped up in his mess.”

Jason’s voice grew sharper. “Worse. Jocelyn’s in love with someone who doesn’t even know who he really is. Von thinks he’s the hunter, but he’s just another bullet Sidwell chambered years ago.”

Sunny stood, his frustration boiling over. His hands trembled as he ran them through his hair. “I’ve been fighting ghosts. And one of them is my son.” He turned to Jason, determination in his eyes. “We need to talk to Marco. Now.”

They found Marco at a clinic outside town, still recovering emotionally from his betrayal of Sidwell. Jason sat him down and handed him the DNA printout. Marco stared at the document, his eyes scanning it slowly. His hand shook. “This is a lie,” he said, his voice cracking.

“No,” Jason said calmly. “This is the truth Sidwell buried for 25 years.”

Marco shook his head, disbelieving. “He told me my mother stole you.”

Sunny stepped in, his voice steady but heavy with pain. “Sidwell took you from Natalia. He lied to her. Lied to you.”

The room fell silent. Marco turned away, clearly torn. “He said you abandoned her. That you forced her to leave town.”

“I loved your mother,” Sunny said, his voice cracking. “I was young. I didn’t even know she had you. I would have… I would have changed everything.”

Marco stood there for a long time, the weight of the truth pressing down on him. Finally, in a voice barely above a whisper, he spoke. “He made me hate you.”

Jason’s voice softened. “He made you a weapon. But you’re the only one who can decide what happens now.”

Marco turned back toward them, his eyes filled with tears. “I don’t know what to do.”

Sunny looked at him with determination. “Start by protecting your sister. Sidwell’s not done.”

Meanwhile, Jocelyn sat at home, unaware of the truth. Her relationship with Von was about to shatter, and Jason was on his way to deliver the news that would change everything.

Jason arrived at Jocelyn’s apartment, the weight of the files heavy in his hands. As he walked inside, he locked the door behind him. “Sit down,” he said to Von and Jocelyn, his tone serious.

“What’s going on?” Jocelyn asked, her concern growing.

Jason dropped the envelope on the coffee table, opening it to reveal two paternity records. One for Marco, one for Von. Jocelyn picked them up, reading the name Jen Sidwell and the DNA match to Sunny Corinthos. Her heart sank as she looked at Von, realizing the truth.

Von froze. “No,” he whispered. “He told me my father was a ghost. I never met him.”

Jason turned sharply to him. “Sidwell’s been using you from the beginning. You weren’t just working WSB assignments. You were inserted into Jocelyn’s life to destabilize the family from within.”

Von stood up, shaking his head. “That’s not who I am.”

Jason’s voice was firm. “It’s what he made you.”

Jocelyn looked at Von, the color draining from her face. “You never told me you were working under Sidwell’s clearance.”

“I didn’t think it mattered,” Von replied weakly.

Jason handed her the second file. “This is Marco—Sunny’s biological son, taken from Natalia at birth, raised by Sidwell to be used against his father.”

Jocelyn stared at the files in shock, the gravity of everything settling in. “Placed?” she repeated. “Like an assignment?”

Von stood, looking at her with pain in his eyes. “I wasn’t assigned to you, Joss. Not like that. When I met you, when I fell for you… that was real.”

Jocelyn didn’t answer. Her phone buzzed, and she glanced at it, her face turning pale. Jason looked at Von. “Your father’s on the move.”

As Sidwell’s plan unfolded, the stakes couldn’t have been higher. Jason, Sunny, and Marco were prepared to face Sidwell head-on, but the cost would be steep. The battle wasn’t just about love—it was about survival.

🕰️ TO BE CONTINUED ⬇️⬇️