🔥 “BANS! STAY OUT OF OUR HOUSE, SHEILA!” The words exploded through the Forrester living room like thunder, shaking even the walls that had witnessed decades of secrets, betrayals, and second chances. Beth Spencer stood at the top of the staircase, her voice trembling not with fear but with the fury of a woman pushed too far. Down below, Sheila Carter froze, her manic smile fading as the echo of Beth’s command reverberated through the air. “You heard me,” Beth continued, her hands clenched tightly around the wooden banister. “You’re not welcome here anymore—not near my family, not near my daughter, not even near the front gate!” Everyone in the room—Steffy, Liam, Ridge, and Brooke—turned to stare in stunned silence. No one had ever spoken to Sheila like that and lived without consequence. But Beth wasn’t anyone. She was a Spencer, a Logan, and a mother who’d seen too much pain. Sheila’s lips curled into that familiar, serpentine smile. “Oh, sweetheart,” she purred, taking a step forward, “you think you can stop me? You have no idea what I’m capable of.” “I do,” Beth snapped, cutting her off. “I’ve seen what you’ve done—to Finn, to Steffy, to everyone you claim to love. You destroy everything you touch, and I won’t let you touch us.” Her voice cracked slightly, but the fire in her eyes blazed even brighter. Ridge moved closer, his hand resting protectively on Brooke’s shoulder, but Brooke’s eyes never left Sheila’s face. “Beth, maybe we should just—” “No, Mom,” Beth said sharply. “I’m not backing down this time. She’s been haunting us for too long. It ends tonight.” Liam stood beside her now, his jaw tight. “You heard my wife. Leave.” Sheila looked around the room, eyes flashing as if calculating her next move, the next manipulation, the next lie. “You think this is your house?” she sneered. “You think you can ban me from my own family?” Finn appeared in the doorway, his expression torn. “Sheila,” he said quietly, “you need to go. Please. Don’t make this worse.” That single word—“please”—was a knife to her heart. For a moment, the mask slipped, revealing something almost human, almost broken. But then the madness returned. “You’ll regret this,” she hissed. “All of you. Especially you, Beth.” Beth didn’t flinch. She reached into her pocket, pulling out a folded piece of paper—the restraining order she’d filed that morning. “Already taken care of,” she said, holding it up like a weapon. “Signed, sealed, and delivered. You step foot within a hundred yards of this property, and you’ll be arrested before you can blink.” Gasps filled the room. Brooke’s eyes widened with shock, Steffy’s with admiration. Sheila stared at the paper, her jaw twitching, the fire in her eyes flickering into something wild and unsteady. “You think a piece of paper will stop me?” she whispered. “I’ve survived bullets, fires, betrayals—you think I’m scared of ink?” “No,” Beth said softly, “but you should be scared of me.” The silence that followed was deafening. Even Sheila seemed momentarily stunned. Beth descended the stairs slowly, each step measured, her gaze locked on her enemy. “You see, Sheila,” she continued, voice low and steady, “I’m not my mother. I’m not my grandmother. I’m not going to cry, beg, or hope you’ll change. I’m going to make sure you never get another chance to hurt us again.” Liam’s hand brushed hers, steadying her, but Beth didn’t waver. Sheila’s breathing grew ragged, and for the first time, her bravado faltered. “You’re making a mistake,” she muttered. “You’ll regret crossing me.” “Maybe,” Beth replied, “but at least my daughter will sleep safe tonight.” The front door opened behind Sheila—security guards standing there, summoned earlier by Beth’s quiet call. “Sheila Carter,” one of them said firmly, “you’re being escorted off the property. Now.” Sheila turned to Finn one last time, tears mixing with fury. “You’ll miss me when I’m gone,” she spat. But Finn’s voice was cold. “No, Mom. I’ll finally be able to breathe.” With a growl, Sheila stormed out, her heels striking the floor like gunshots. The door slammed shut behind her, and the room seemed to exhale for the first time in years. Brooke rushed to embrace her granddaughter, tears glistening in her eyes. “Beth, that was… incredible.” Ridge nodded solemnly. “Your father would be proud.” Beth smiled faintly, though her hands still trembled. “It’s over,” she whispered, almost not believing it. “She’s really gone.” But outside, as thunder rolled across the Los Angeles skyline, a shadow lingered by the Forrester gates. Sheila’s silhouette appeared in the lightning flash, her eyes glinting with venom and a promise of vengeance. “You can ban me,” she murmured to the storm, “but you can’t erase me.” And somewhere deep in the mansion, Beth shivered, sensing that the battle with Sheila Carter was far from over.