Sharon Newman had always been known for her determination, but this time, her drive had turned into something much darker.

After nearly losing her daughter Faith, Sharon’s pain morphed into a burning desire for vengeance. Her thoughts were consumed

with making Lucy pay for a wrong she believed Lucy had committed. This wasn’t just about revenge—it was about carrying out a

twisted mission handed down by Cameron, a man with his own sinister agenda.

However, Sharon knew she couldn’t succeed without eliminating the obstacles in her path, and that meant dealing with Phyllis Summers once and for all. Phyllis, ever the fierce protector, had always been a thorn in Sharon’s side. The rivalry between the two women had simmered for years, but now it had escalated into something far more dangerous. Phyllis was determined to stop Sharon from harming Lucy, fully aware of the lengths Sharon would go to achieve her goals.

The inevitable confrontation between Sharon and Phyllis finally occurred at an abandoned building on the outskirts of Genoa City—a place where no one would hear their screams or come to their rescue. Sharon, eyes blazing with a dangerous light, confronted Phyllis. “You should have stayed out of this, Phyllis,” Sharon hissed. “But you just couldn’t leave well enough alone, could you? You always have to meddle, always have to play the hero.”

Phyllis, with her heart pounding but resolve unshaken, stood her ground. “I’m not going to let you hurt Lucy, Sharon. She’s an innocent girl. This isn’t about her; it’s about your twisted need for revenge.”

Sharon’s lips curled into a cruel smile. “You don’t understand, Phyllis. This isn’t just about revenge—it’s about justice. Lucy has to pay for what she’s done, and I’m the one who’s going to make sure she does.”

Tension snapped like a taut wire, and the two women lunged at each other. The brutal fight that ensued was fueled by years of pent-up animosity. Sharon, driven by a dark, almost supernatural strength, fought with a ferocity that took Phyllis by surprise. Although Phyllis was no stranger to physical confrontations, Sharon seemed different this time—her madness lent her a strength that defied reason.

The fight was chaotic, each woman landing blows that would have incapacitated a lesser opponent. Phyllis managed to scratch Sharon with a broken piece of glass, drawing blood, but this only seemed to fuel Sharon’s rage further. With a savage cry, Sharon slammed Phyllis against the wall, leaving her dazed and vulnerable. Before Phyllis could recover, Sharon struck again, this time with a heavy object from a nearby shelf. The blow to Phyllis’s head was devastating, sending her crashing to the floor, unconscious.

Breathing heavily, Sharon stood over Phyllis, her eyes wild with triumph. “You should have stayed out of my way,” she muttered. She knew that as long as Phyllis was around, her plan to harm Lucy would be in jeopardy. She needed to remove Phyllis from the equation, at least temporarily, to buy herself enough time to carry out her deadly mission.

Dragging Phyllis’s limp body across the floor, Sharon found a hidden trap door that led to a dank, cold cellar beneath the building. It was the perfect place to keep Phyllis out of sight and out of mind. With a grunt of effort, Sharon pushed Phyllis’s body down the narrow stairs, satisfied with the sickening thud as Phyllis hit the ground below. Sharon descended into the cellar, securing her unconscious rival to a thick wooden post with heavy ropes. She knew Phyllis would eventually wake up, but by then, it would be too late. Sharon would already be well on her way to finishing what she had started.

As Sharon ascended the stairs, leaving Phyllis bound and helpless in the darkness, she felt a grim sense of satisfaction. With Phyllis out of the way, nothing could stop her from executing her plan. She would see it through, no matter the cost.

But Sharon had underestimated Phyllis’s resilience. Hours later, when Phyllis finally regained consciousness, the pain in her head was excruciating, and the darkness of the cellar was suffocating. Her body ached from the brutal fight, and the ropes binding her to the post cut painfully into her wrists. But as she blinked away the haze of unconsciousness, one thought dominated her mind—she had to get out of there. She had to stop Sharon before it was too late.

Phyllis struggled against the ropes, her movements slow and weak at first, but with each passing moment, she grew more determined. She couldn’t let Sharon win.