Season Five
Blake mourns the death of his daughter, Fallon. Blake also learns that he has an illegitimate half-sister, Dominique. He accepts his sister after his father, Tom Carrington, admits on his deathbed that she is his daughter.
A few months later, Blake learns that Alexis had another child after they divorced, a daughter Amanda. Although Alexis denies that he is Amanda's father, he learns that she is, in fact, his daughter.
At Christmas, Blake is thrilled when Krystle has a baby girl. Although her health is fragile at first, she survives and thrives.
Blake grows jealous of Krystle's friendship with Daniel Reece. Meanwhile, Lady Ashley Mitchell attempts to seduce Blake. Someone has photos taken of both Blake with Ashley and Krystle with Daniel and has them sent to each other. However, both Blake and Krystle declare their love for each other.
When Amanda falls in love with Prince Michael of Moldavia, Blake's entire family joins him for the wedding. Unfortunately, rebels storm the wedding a spray the chapel with bullets.
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