Prime Video’s sultry teen romance franchise is heating up again with Your Fault: London, the tantalizing second installment in the English-language adaptation of Mercedes Ron’s addictive Culpables trilogy. Dropping in late 2026, this follow-up to the breakout hit My Fault: London picks up where hearts were shattered and secrets simmered, thrusting step-siblings Noah and Nick into a whirlwind of ambition, temptation, and raw desire. He bolted for the corporate jungle to bury their taboo passion; she dove headfirst into Oxford’s ivy-clad chaos to embrace the emotions she’d long suppressed. But in a city of fog and fire, can distance douse the flames—or will it fan them into an inferno that engulfs their fractured family?

The greenlight for Your Fault: London came swiftly after My Fault: London exploded onto screens in February 2025, racking up millions of streams and an 89% audience score on Rotten Tomatoes despite mixed critic reviews. Adapted from Ron’s Wattpad sensation-turned-global bestseller—originally filmed in Spanish as Culpa Tuya—the English trilogy, directed by Dani Girdwood and Charlotte Fassler, amps up the transatlantic tension with London grit and American bravado. Production wrapped filming in summer 2025 across the UK’s misty streets and Oxford’s dreaming spires, signaling a premiere primed for holiday binge-watching. “This isn’t just a sequel; it’s a reckoning,” Girdwood told Deadline. “Nick and Noah’s love was always a powder keg—now we’re lighting the fuse with real-world pressures that could blow it all apart.”

For those still catching their breath from the first film’s pulse-pounding finale, My Fault: London transplanted 18-year-old Noah Morgan (Asha Banks) from sunny California to rainy London after her free-spirited mom Ella (Eve Macklin) remarried British tycoon William Leister (Ray Fearon). Thrust into the opulent Leister mansion, Noah clashes—and inevitably sparks—with William’s brooding son Nick (Matthew Broome), a tattooed bad boy with a law degree and a penchant for underground racing. What starts as sibling rivalry ignites into a scorching, forbidden affair, complicated by family dinners, jealous exes, and a near-fatal car crash that exposes their secret. The credits rolled on a gut-wrenching split: Nick, haunted by betrayal and his own demons, drives off into the night, vowing to erase Noah from his heart. She, left in the wreckage of their love, chooses solitude over pursuit—setting the stage for a separation that promises more ache than absolution.

Your Fault: London wastes no time bridging that chasm. The story, drawn from Ron’s second novel, catapults forward six months: Nick has buried himself in the cutthroat world of Leister Enterprises, his father’s powerhouse law firm, trading midnight joyrides for boardroom battles and late-night mergers. “He’s trying to prove he’s more than the family screw-up,” Broome revealed to The Hollywood Reporter. “But every contract he closes feels like another lock on the door to what he left behind.” Meanwhile, Noah enrolls at Oxford University, channeling her restless energy into literature lectures, rowing clubs, and a fierce independence that’s equal parts armor and ache. “She’s finally allowing herself to feel—grief, rage, desire—without apology,” Banks shared in a Cosmopolitan sit-down. “College is her rebellion, but it’s also where the past catches up, whispering that forgetting isn’t the same as healing.” Their worlds collide at a high-society gala where William’s firm sponsors an Oxford fundraiser, forcing a charged reunion amid champagne flutes and stolen glances. One brush of hands across a crowded room, and the dam breaks: What was meant to be a clean break unravels into clandestine hookups in hidden alcoves, fevered texts at 3 a.m., and a magnetic pull that defies logic, loyalty, and their parents’ growing suspicions.

But this isn’t just rekindled fire—it’s a blaze tested by tempests. Nick’s corporate ascent introduces Sophia (Louisa Binder), a sharp-elbowed intern with eyes for the boss’s son and ambitions that mirror his own ruthless drive. “Sophia’s not a villain; she’s a mirror,” Binder teased to Variety. “She offers Nick the uncomplicated partnership his family demands—one without the mess of Noah’s emotional storm.” Jealousy simmers as Sophia maneuvers for a promotion, blurring lines between professional rivalry and personal seduction, forcing Nick to confront if his “forgetting” was ever real or just a convenient lie. On Noah’s front, enter Michael (Joel Nankervis), a charming philosophy major with a gentle smile and a knack for late-night debates in candlelit pubs. “Michael sees Noah’s vulnerability and meets it with patience,” Nankervis told Tudum. “He’s the steady harbor she craves after Nick’s tidal waves—but is that enough when her heart’s still adrift?” Their budding friendship—sparked over shared notes in a dusty library—evolves into something deeper, tempting Noah to explore a “normal” romance free from scandal. Yet, as Oxford’s ancient walls echo with whispers of her Leister ties, Michael’s affections unearth insecurities: Is she chasing stability, or sabotaging the one chaos that felt like home?

Family fissures deepen the drama. Ella, still navigating sobriety after her rock-bottom relapse in the first film, clashes with William over their kids’ “drifting apart,” oblivious to the truth bubbling beneath. A subplot involving Nick’s estranged ties to his recovering-alcoholic mother (a poignant deviation from the Spanish original, adding layers of forgiveness) pulls him into therapy sessions that unearth buried resentments, while Noah bonds with half-sibling Jenna (Enva Lewis) over sisterly heart-to-hearts that skirt dangerously close to confession. Returning cast like Ronnie (Sam Buchanan), Nick’s loyal racer buddy, inject levity with underground parties and bro-code wisdom, but even he warns, “You can’t outrun your own shadow, mate.” Subtle nods to the trilogy’s endgame tease Our Fault: London (filming now for 2027), hinting at betrayals that could sever the Leister bonds for good.

What elevates Your Fault: London beyond steamy YA fare is its unflinching dive into the psychology of prohibition. Ron’s source material, born from Wattpad’s raw, reader-driven pulse, explores how societal taboos amplify desire—turning a step-sibling spark into an all-consuming obsession. Banks’ Noah evolves from wide-eyed transplant to a woman wielding her sensuality like a weapon, her Oxford gowns hiding scars from that fateful crash. Broome’s Nick, all brooding intensity and ink-sleeved vulnerability, grapples with privilege’s poison: the expectation to inherit an empire at the cost of his soul. Girdwood’s direction—lush with fog-shrouded Thames walks and candlelit dorm trysts—mirrors the lovers’ internal fog, while Fassler’s script weaves Spanish flair into British restraint, crafting dialogue that’s equal parts poetic ache and profane heat.

Fan fervor is fever-pitched. TikTok’s #YourFaultLondon tag overflows with edit montages of Banks and Broome’s chemistry, while Reddit threads dissect book-to-film tweaks—like amplifying Nick’s maternal arc for more emotional depth. “The Spanish Culpa Tuya was wild, but this feels more intimate, like peeking into their diaries,” one user raved. Critics who snubbed the first for “overripe melodrama” may warm to this one’s matured stakes, blending Euphoria‘s edge with Normal People‘s nuance. With Prime Video’s track record—The Summer I Turned Pretty, Maxton Hall—the trilogy cements as a guilty-pleasure cornerstone, proving forbidden fruit tastes sweetest when it’s bruised.

As Your Fault: London barrels toward its 2026 bow, one question burns: Will Nick’s corporate cage or Noah’s academic escape forge a path to redemption, or will their “feeling it all” lead to a fault line that swallows them whole? In Ron’s world, love isn’t a choice—it’s a catastrophe. Stream the original now, and prepare for the fallout. Because when he leaves to forget, and she stays to feel, the only certainty is collision.