The Young And The Restless Spoilers: Jordan wants Ian Ward to Kɪʟʟ Claire – The Price of Betrayal

Ian paced the length of the dimly lit warehouse, a deep frown etched into his features. He was furious and frustrated.

The entire grand plan had hinged on precision and cooperation, and now, like so many fragile alliances before it, this one showed signs of unraveling.

Across the makeshift office space, separated by a rickety table and scattered papers, Jordan stood with her arms folded, glaring at him as if he were the sole reason their grand scheme was starting to fall apart.

For weeks, they had worked together with a single goal in mind: revenge—to strike at the very heart of those who had wronged them and to exploit the vulnerabilities in their enemies’ lives. Yet from the start, there had been tension.

Ian was a man of carefully laid plans and layered deceptions, while Jordan was more impulsive, driven by rage and the thrill of domination.

They had once agreed on the endgame. Now, the how and the who of their actions seemed to divide them more deeply than ever.

Jordan tapped a manicured finger against her arm.
“I want CLA taken out first,” she said evenly, each word clipped with precision and contained fury. “She dared to cross me. Anyone who dares to betray me should learn that there’s no such thing as a second chance.”

Ian raised an eyebrow. He’d always considered CLA a peripheral figure—useful once, easily discarded—but Jordan’s personal vendetta against her had grown.

Perhaps CLA had stepped out of line, refused to cooperate, or shared secrets she shouldn’t have. Whatever the case, Jordan’s obsession with snuffing out the young woman’s life was now threatening the fragile truce between them.

Ian had wanted to target Mariah’s circle first—to break her spirit by kidnapping Tessa and Arya. Yet here was Jordan, insisting on going after CLA, someone who wasn’t directly tied to that scenario.

Someone currently sheltered under the protective umbrella of the Newman family, watched over by vigilant bodyguards, and most notably, cared for by Kyle.

CLA was under constant surveillance. The Newmans didn’t take threats lightly, and after recent events, their estate bristled with security—cameras, alarms, guard shifts that rotated too frequently for comfort.

Kyle’s devotion to CLA only made it worse. He seemed to be at her side around the clock. Gaining access to her would be as delicate as picking a lock inside a rattlesnake’s den.

“I understand your anger,” Ian said, trying to sound reasonable. “But this is not the time for reckless improvisation. CLA is practically encased in Newman security. If we try to take her now, we risk everything. Our previous attempts were dangerous enough.”

Jordan slammed a hand onto the table, rattling the scattered notes.
“You think I’m being reckless? She’s already proven she can’t be trusted. She knows things about me—about us—information that could compromise our plans.

I will not stand by and watch her slip away, or worse, talk to someone she shouldn’t. We need to eliminate her.”

Jordan’s eyes gleamed with a steely resolution that Ian knew too well. Once she made up her mind, it was difficult to dissuade her.

Ian shifted his stance, glancing at the half-drawn blueprint of the Newman property that lay across the table. They had considered a stealth approach months ago, even drafted a few contingency plans for infiltration.

Back then, the security had been lighter, and the Newmans less on edge. Now, things were different—but perhaps not impossible.

He weighed the risks. Killing CLA would send a message both to the Newmans and to anyone else who might think about defying them.

It would also satisfy Jordan and perhaps restore a sense of unity to their failing partnership. For now, Ian needed Jordan on his side. Without her, he would lose a valuable ally and resource.

Reluctantly, he nodded.
“All right,” he said quietly. “We target CLA first. But we must be meticulous about this.”

Jordan’s stance relaxed just a fraction. She leaned over the table and traced a route on the blueprint with a slender finger.“CLA’s bedroom is on the second floor, west wing. Kyle has been hovering around her lately, but he can’t stand vigil every second.

The Newman guards patrol in intervals. If we pick the right time—when Kyle is away, maybe at a business meeting or distracted by some other manufactured crisis—we can slip in. I’ll handle the confrontation. I want her to see me when I take that final step.”

They both knew it wouldn’t be easy. But Jordan was creative and fearless, and Ian’s mind was a reservoir of cunning.

Together, they could orchestrate a diversion—perhaps send a false alarm to the security team, draw them away from the main house.

A staged power outage, a sabotage of the camera feed, or some urgent call that forced Kyle to leave CLA’s side.

Once inside, Jordan planned to bind CLA to a chair—intimate, personal, and unmistakably threatening. CLA would know exactly who had come for her, and why.

That evening, they put their plan into motion. Ian worked quietly, forging fake messages and hacking into a low-level security feed to loop footage and create blind spots.

Jordan prepared her tools of intimidation: duct tape, zip ties, and a small silenced handgun that she would only use if absolutely necessary.

For Jordan, the threat was often enough. But she wanted this to be quick and conclusive. CLA wasn’t someone she intended to keep around.

Just past midnight, when the Newman estate’s floodlights cast strange shadows across the manicured lawns, Ian initiated the first part of their ruse.