🔥 THE PRYCE OF DECEPTION: BILL’S TRUTH BOMB EXPLODES

For weeks, Bill Spencer had played the role of the accepting, slightly bemused patriarch. He had watched Luna Nozawa glow with a false radiance, listened to her assurances that his youngest son, Will, was the father of her unborn child, and even participated in the feigned excitement of the family planning. But behind the steel blue of Dollar Bill’s eyes, a ruthless calculation was taking place. He hadn’t bought Luna’s story for a second. The timing was too neat, the circumstances too convenient, and the frantic nervousness in Luna’s gaze too telling.

Bill knew that silence and patience were weapons more potent than any shouted accusation. He had allowed the lie to breathe, to settle, all while his most trusted private investigator, a former black-ops operative named Mack, meticulously pulled at the threads of Luna’s mysterious past, leading inexorably to the obscure name Remy Pryce.

Tonight, the pretense would end.

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The Last Supper of Lies

The Spencer penthouse was alive with a tense, celebratory buzz. Liam, Wyatt, and Hope were present, along with a nervous, yet outwardly beaming, Luna and a genuinely oblivious Will. Bill had organized the dinner under the guise of “officially welcoming the newest Spencer,” a phrase that tasted like rust on his tongue.

Bill stood by the bar, swirling a scotch, when a discreet vibration signaled a text message. It was Mack. Final confirmation, boss. Pryce met him again this morning. I’ve got the full docket and the security footage. The connection is solid. Name: Silas Vance.

A slow, satisfied smile touched Bill’s lips. He finally had the leverage, the truth that would shatter this carefully constructed farce and save his son from a lifetime of misery and potential scandal. He put down his glass, the sound sharp and final.

“Well, family,” Bill announced, his voice carrying the deceptive boom of good cheer. “Let’s raise a toast to Will, who will soon be a father. And to Luna, for bringing new life into the Spencer legacy.”

As the family lifted their glasses, Bill’s eyes locked onto Luna’s. Her smile wavered, a flicker of pure terror passing across her features. She knew the game was over.

The Trail of Prison Visits

Less than an hour later, the main course untouched, Bill summoned the courage of his sons and their partners.

“Luna, Will,” Bill began, his tone now cold, clipped, and businesslike. “I’m afraid our celebration must be postponed. I need a word with a certain associate. A Mr. Remy Pryce. You may want to join us, as this concerns your immediate future.”

Before anyone could protest, a side door opened, and a visibly shaken Remy Pryce was ushered into the penthouse by two Spencer security guards. Remy was pale, beads of sweat glistening on his forehead, his eyes darting wildly. He knew he was caught in the lion’s den.

“Remy, darling, what is going on?” Luna rushed toward him, but Bill’s imposing figure blocked her path.

“Stay right there, Luna,” Bill commanded. “The lies end now. Remy, I’ve been very patient. You’ve been running sensitive errands for weeks. Tell the family what you’ve been hiding, or I will.”

Remy choked, his throat constricting. “I… I don’t know what you’re talking about, Mr. Spencer.”

Bill walked to the nearby media wall, which instantly displayed a high-resolution photograph. It was Remy, standing in the sparse, institutional visitors’ room of the San Quentin State Prison, leaning across a table toward a heavily tattooed man with a cruel, hardened gaze—Silas Vance. The timestamp was from this very morning.

“This is San Quentin, Remy,” Bill stated, pointing to the photo. “And this is Mr. Silas Vance, currently serving a lengthy sentence for racketeering, assault, and fraud. Tell us, Remy, why the weekly secret prison visits? Is he a distant relative? An old golf partner?”

Remy’s legs gave out, and he collapsed into a nearby chair. Luna gasped, her hand flying to her mouth, the color draining from her face. Will stared at his supposed friend, utterly bewildered.

The Real Father: Silas Vance

The truth, when it finally spilled from Remy Pryce, was a torrent of terror and desperation.

“He forced me, Mr. Spencer! I was just doing what I had to do to protect my sister! To protect Luna!”

“Protect her from what, Remy? From a life of peace?” Liam interjected, stepping forward, his paternal instincts raging at the implication of danger to the child.

Remy closed his eyes, his confession barely audible. “Silas… Silas Vance is Luna’s husband. Her legal husband.”

A collective, stunned silence engulfed the room, broken only by a sharp intake of breath from Luna. Will looked like he’d been struck by lightning, his face a mixture of shock and utter devastation.

Bill seized the moment. “Elaborate, Remy. Under the threat of charges for aiding and abetting a fugitive, I suggest you tell us everything.”

Remy explained the sordid history: Luna, fresh out of high school and naive, had impulsively married Silas Vance—a charismatic hustler—before his criminal activities caught up to him. He was locked up almost immediately, but they were never legally divorced. Silas, controlling even from behind bars, had threatened to expose Luna’s past and drag the Spencer name through the mud unless she followed his instructions: secure a place in the wealthy Spencer family, and most crucially, get pregnant.

“Silas wanted a way out,” Remy confessed, tears tracking paths through the sweat on his cheeks. “He knew he could use a Spencer heir for leverage, for protection, or for a hefty cash payment to pay off debts inside. He found out Luna and Will were sleeping together, and he told her to make Will believe the baby was his. But… it’s not Will’s, Mr. Spencer.”

Remy looked directly at Luna, his voice cracking with finality. “The last visit Luna made to Silas, right before she started seeing Will, Silas forced himself on her. He made sure she was pregnant with his child, a convicted criminal’s child, as part of his twisted insurance policy against the Spencer family.

V. The Collapse of the Legacy

The air was heavy with betrayal. Luna, now sobbing uncontrollably, rushed to Will, trying to clutch his arm. “Will, I was so scared! He threatened me! He threatened my life! I had no choice!”

Will recoiled as if burned. “No choice? Luna, you stood here, you looked my family in the eye, and you let us celebrate the child of a felon while lying about my future!” His voice was broken, his dreams of fatherhood instantly pulverized.

Bill watched the heartbreak of his son, his expression hard, all paternal warmth gone. This was exactly why he had played the long game.

“The lie ends now,” Bill stated, walking toward the media wall and pressing a button. The photo of Remy and Silas vanished, replaced by a legal document: a petition for immediate legal separation, restraining order, and an injunction against Silas Vance, filed this afternoon.

“Mack’s team has confirmed the timeline and the lack of a legal divorce. Luna and Silas Vance are, legally, still man and wife. Furthermore, a DNA test was discreetly performed using a sample Mack secured. The results are undeniable.” Bill paused, letting the weight of the final, devastating truth settle over the room.

“The child Luna carries is not a Spencer. It is the child of a convicted criminal, conceived under duress, and intended as leverage against this family.”

Bill turned to Luna, his eyes blazing with cold fire. “You may have been coerced, Luna, but you chose to involve my son and my family in a dangerous criminal plot. You chose to try and pass off a criminal’s child as a Spencer heir.”

He then looked at his sons and the rest of the family. “This is a betrayal of the highest order. But it is contained. The legal wheels are in motion. Silas Vance will never get within a mile of the Spencer family, and Luna Nozawa is no longer welcome here.”

Bill Spencer had not just uncovered a pregnancy secret; he had exposed a crime, prevented a hostile takeover of his family line, and saved his son from marrying a woman bound to a dangerous man. The dinner was over. The Logan Legacy launch might have ended in a brawl, but the Spencer penthouse was now the site of a swift, silent, and complete demolition of a lie.

“Security,” Bill commanded, nodding toward Remy and Luna. “Escort them out. And make sure the press is given the official statement: Remy Pryce has been terminated for corporate espionage, and Luna Nozawa has been dismissed for gross misconduct. The family wishes them both well, far away from Los Angeles.”

The door closed, leaving the Spencer family in the chilling silence of the truth. Liam and Wyatt stared at Bill, seeing the ruthless protector emerge once again, the Dollar Bill who stopped at nothing to defend his own. Luna’s pregnancy was no longer a beautiful secret; it was a devastating Spencer scandal, brutally exposed by the only man capable of facing the ugly truth head-on.