Sidwell Successfully Makes Alexis Use The Dagger To Kɪʟʟ Ava & Ric To Protect Kristina! GH Spoilers

The Corinthos mansion, bathed in early morning light, felt unnervingly quiet. Behind its grand facade, a darker drama was unfolding, one that would soon see family, loyalty, and vengeance collide in a blaze of betrayal.

High above the harbor, Jen Sidwell reclined in her penthouse suite, swirling a glass of vintage Bordeaux with a slow, predatory smile. She’d waited years for this moment—years of subtle nudges and whispered suggestions so that her final move would require no effort at all. All she had to do was deliver the blade.

Sidwell’s plan had been elegantly simple. For months, she’d worked behind the scenes, using her sizable influence at Deception Bay Foundation to cultivate relationships with Port Charles’s most powerful players. When the opportunity arose—when she discovered through shady donor records that the dagger Helena Cassadine used to ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀ Alexis Davis’s mother still existed—Sidwell knew she held the ultimate catalyst for chaos.

The ancient blade, steeped in Cassadine lore, was a thing of dark beauty: a slender steel dagger with an ornate mother-of-pearl handle, the hilt shaped like a serpent coiling around ruby. Its history was drenched in blood, and Sidwell intended to stain it anew.

At precisely 8:07 a.m., Sidwell’s assistant slipped a discreet envelope under Alexis Davis’s office door at the courthouse. Inside was a single alarming message:

“You’ve been chosen. The gift awaits.”

Nestled beneath the note was a small velvet-lined box. Alexis paused in her paperwork, frowning. The box felt heavy in her hand, as if hinting at the weight of what lay inside. She tucked it into her purse, planning to investigate later. But Sidwell knew the dagger’s mere presence would seed Alexis’s mind with both dread and fascination.

Across town, Kristina Corinthos-Davis stood outside the crash site where Rick Lansing’s car had careered into a streetlamp. Rusted metal still marked the spot where she’d lost control weeks ago—an accident she’d buried deep in her guilt-riddled conscience.

Now, as Kristina braced herself against the cold railing, her phone buzzed with a text from Ava Jerome:

“Need to talk ASAP. Your mother and I have an arrangement.”

Kristina’s heart hammered. Her arrangement with Ava—one born of mutual leverage and unspoken threats—had spiraled further than she’d ever intended. She texted back:

“Where?”

The reply was immediate:

“My office. 15 minutes.”

In Ava Jerome’s sleek high-rise suite overlooking the city, Rick Lansing lounged by the window, newspaper in hand. He folded it, scanning the headlines for any mention of Sidwell’s latest gala—the one night all of Port Charles’s elite gathered under Sidwell’s gilded roof. It was a night Rick had used to cozy up to Alexis, pressed by Ava to gather information on Kristina’s accident.

He threatened to expose the teenager unless Alexis handed over damaging proof: the dash cam footage from the night of the crash. Alexis had complied to keep Kristina out of jail, trading her dignity for her daughter’s freedom. But Rick and Ava’s greed hadn’t stopped there. They’d hinted at a second payment, more hush money, or they’d go to the police with all of it.

When Kristina entered Ava’s office, Rick rose with a false smile.

“Kristina,” Ava said, her voice honeyed. “Sit.”

Kristina took the chair across from them, her hands clasped. Rick leaned forward. “Your mother has been very cooperative.”

Kristina’s eyes flashed. “Cooperative? You’re blackmailing her.”

Rick’s smile turned cold. “We’re businessmen. We make deals.”

Ava added softly, “One more payment, or we go to the DA. And trust me, they’ll throw the book at you.”

Kristina’s lips quivered. “You can’t do that.”

Rick stood, triumphant. Kristina left, terror and fury warring in her chest. She’d saved her mother once; she couldn’t let them ruin her again.

Sidwell’s gift, Alexis’s ominous box, the blackmail—all were threads woven together by unseen hands. Kristina’s panic turned to resolve. She would confront her mother, expose the extortion, and end this nightmare once and for all.

In the private chambers of the courthouse, Alexis Davis examined her precious cargo: the velvet box Sidwell had delivered. Beneath the lid lay the dagger, its blade catching stray sunbeams like a gleaming promise of power. Alexis’s breath caught. She’d feared blackmail, threats, and legal ruin, but ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀ?

The thought made her pulse race. Yet, as the weight of the blade settled in her palm, a cold, rational voice whispered: “She would do anything to protect Kristina. If Rick and Ava pushed her further, she’d answer with force.”

Alexis slid the dagger into her purse, bracing herself for the meeting with Rick and Ava later that afternoon.