Y&R Spoilers Shock Jordan Sets Sharon’s Room on Fire – Will Nick, Mariah and Faith Make It in Time?

The Young and the Restless Spoilers: The Lifeline

Finding Sharon’s Location
Nick, Mariah, and Faith sat in intense silence as Mariah studied the signal on her laptop. The GPS tracker embedded in Sharon’s necklace—a safety measure Mariah had secretly installed months ago—had finally come to life. The blinking dot on the screen was their beacon of hope, a lifeline to Sharon.

“This is it,” Mariah said, her voice trembling. “She’s here.”

Faith leaned over, her eyes wide with both hope and fear. “Are you sure?”

Nick, standing behind them, clenched his fists. “We don’t have time to question it. Let’s go. Sharon needs us.”

They piled into Nick’s car, the tension in the air palpable. Faith clung to Mariah’s arm, her mind racing with worst-case scenarios. Mariah, though equally terrified, focused on the task at hand. This was their chance to save Sharon, and they couldn’t afford to fail.

Jordan’s Panic
Inside the remote farmhouse, Jordan paced back and forth, her nerves fraying with every passing second. She had noticed the subtle change in Sharon’s demeanor—the faint glimmer of hope in her eyes, the quiet defiance. Something had shifted, and now Jordan’s worst fear was coming true: someone was coming for Sharon.

The sound of an approaching vehicle sent her into a frenzy. “How?” she muttered, her voice laced with panic. “How did they find us?”

Her mind raced to Ian Ward. “It must be him,” she thought bitterly. “That snake—he’s betrayed me.”

Jordan grabbed a canister of gasoline she had stashed for emergencies, her desperation taking a dangerous turn. If she couldn’t control the situation, she’d destroy it. With trembling hands, she began pouring the gasoline around Sharon’s room, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

Sharon, tied to a chair, watched in horror. “Jordan, please,” she pleaded, her voice weak but firm. “You don’t have to do this.”

Jordan ignored her, lighting a match and tossing it onto the floor. Flames erupted instantly, licking the walls and filling the room with smoke.

“If I can’t have control,” Jordan muttered, backing away, “then no one will.”

With one last glance at Sharon, Jordan turned and fled into the night.

The Rescue
When Nick, Mariah, and Faith arrived at the farmhouse, they were greeted by the sight of smoke billowing into the sky. The acrid smell of burning wood filled the air, and flames were visible through the windows.

“She’s in there!” Faith cried, clutching Mariah’s arm.

Nick’s heart sank, but his resolve hardened. “Stay here,” he ordered, his voice firm. “I’m going in.”

“No!” Mariah protested, her voice choked with fear. “You can’t—the fire!”

“I’m not leaving her,” Nick said sharply. “I’ll get her out, no matter what.”

Faith’s eyes filled with tears. “Dad, please be careful.”

Nick didn’t hesitate. He pulled his jacket over his face and rushed into the burning building, the heat hitting him like a wall. The smoke stung his eyes and lungs, but he pushed forward, driven by sheer determination.

“Sharon!” he called, his voice hoarse. “Where are you?”

Sharon’s weak voice cut through the chaos. “I’m here!”

Nick followed the sound, finding her trapped in the flaming room. Her eyes widened in relief and fear as she saw him.

“Nick,” she whispered. “You found me.”

Nick wasted no time. He untied Sharon’s bindings, lifting her into his arms. “I’ve got you,” he said, his voice steady despite the panic in his chest. “We’re getting out of here.”

As he carried Sharon toward the exit, the flames closed in, and the ceiling began to creak ominously. Nick shielded Sharon with his body, using every ounce of strength to push through the heat and smoke.

A Daring Escape
Outside, Mariah and Faith watched in terror as the fire consumed the house. The crackling flames and plumes of smoke brought back memories they had tried to bury—memories of past tragedies, loss, and helplessness.

Faith clung to Mariah, trembling. “What if he doesn’t make it?” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Mariah shook her head, tears streaming down her face. “He will. He has to.”

Despite their fear, the sisters inched closer to the house, their love for Sharon and Nick overriding their instinct to run. They stood ready to help, their hearts pounding with every agonizing second.

Just as it seemed the fire would claim them, Nick emerged from the inferno, carrying Sharon in his arms. Both were covered in soot, coughing and gasping for air—but alive.

“Mom!” Faith cried, rushing forward with Mariah.

Nick gently laid Sharon on the ground, his own strength giving out as he collapsed beside her. Mariah and Faith knelt next to their parents, their tears of relief mixing with the dirt and ash on their faces.

“You’re okay,” Mariah whispered, stroking Sharon’s hair. “You’re okay.”

Sharon managed a weak smile, her voice barely above a whisper. “Because of Nick. He saved me.”