Prime Video’s guilty-pleasure romance franchise is cranking up the betrayal dial to 11. After My Fault: London scorched screens with its taboo step-sibling heatwave—racking up millions of streams and spawning endless TikTok thirst edits—the streaming giant is doubling down on Mercedes Ron’s addictive Culpables trilogy. Enter Your Fault: London (Season 2 in the bingeable film series), subtitled “They Planned Everything” in tantalizing teasers, where fan-favorite lovers Nick and Noah swap stolen glances for shadowy schemes. As exes-turned-enemies Briar and Sophia forge a venomous alliance behind their backs, the duo’s hard-won trust crumbles under calculated mind games. What began as a forbidden fling evolves into full-blown psychological warfare, blending pulse-pounding passion with paranoia-fueled plot twists. With production wrapped and first-look images dripping intrigue, this sequel promises to weaponize whispers and shatter alliances—proving that in the world of high-stakes hookups, the real enemy is always the one you least suspect.

The bombshell renewal landed like a plot twist straight from Ron’s pages: Barely nine months after My Fault: London dropped in February 2025—reimagining the Spanish hit Culpa Mía with a glossy British accent—Prime Video greenlit the full trilogy in May. Announced via a cheeky Instagram Live where leads Asha Banks (Noah) and Matthew Broome (Nick) “accidentally” spilled scripts on camera, the news ignited a fan frenzy rivaling Bridgerton‘s Regency raves. “They planned everything? Sounds like my exes,” Broome joked, while Banks quipped, “Noah’s trust issues are about to hit Oxford levels.” Your Fault: London (Culpa Tuya in the OG Spanish saga) picks up the torch as the second installment, transforming the standalone film’s spark into a serialized slow-burn. No traditional “seasons” here—these are feature-length drops designed for weekend devours—but with Our Fault: London already in production, the trilogy’s endgame feels epic. Premiering exclusively on Prime Video in over 240 countries, expect a mid-2026 rollout, hot on the heels of the Spanish finale Culpa Nuestra hitting October 2025.

For the uninitiated (or those rewatching for the abs), My Fault: London thrust 17-year-old Noah Morgan into the lap of luxury—and her brooding new stepbrother, Nick. Fresh from a trailer-park escape with mum Jenna (Eve Macklin), Noah crashes into the opulent world of William (Ray Fearon), a divorced CEO whose son Nick is all leather jackets, late-night races, and simmering resentment. Adapted from Ron’s 2017 bestseller, the film leaned into the taboo tension: Noah’s fiery independence clashing with Nick’s bad-boy bravado, culminating in a rain-soaked confession that left audiences gasping. It wasn’t just the chemistry—Banks and Broome’s electric push-pull echoed the Spanish originals’ Nicole Wallace and Gabriel Guevara—but the undercurrents of class warfare and family fractures that hooked viewers. The flick soared to Prime’s top spot globally, spawning a hyper-fandom of edits set to The Weeknd tracks and fan theories about “who really wrecked the bike?”

Season 2—er, Your Fault: London—dives headfirst into the trilogy’s darker heart, flipping the script from impulsive passion to premeditated peril. Post-cliffhanger (Noah’s world implodes after a explosive party blowout exposes their secret), the story fast-forwards 18 months: Nick, now 21 and thrust into his father’s cutthroat law firm, grapples with the gilded cage of legacy while suppressing his pull toward Noah. She’s off at Oxford, chasing architecture dreams amid the spires and secrets, but a chance reunion reignites the flame—only for it to flicker under sabotage. Enter the subtitle’s sinister promise: “They Planned Everything.” Briar (the vengeful ex from Season 1, played with icy precision by Louisa Binder) and Sophia (Noah’s duplicitous uni roommate, a fresh face from newcomer Scarlett Rayner) aren’t just side-eyeing the couple—they’re scheming in sync. Leaked synopses tease a web of whispered alliances: Forged texts, planted evidence, and a corporate conspiracy tying back to William’s firm, all designed to drive a wedge between Nick and Noah. Trust? It’s the new battlefield, where every late-night call could be a trap and every stolen kiss a setup.

The psychological warfare amps the stakes from steamy to sinister, channeling You‘s obsessive edge with Gossip Girl‘s elite intrigue. Ron’s novel unspools as a masterclass in manipulation: Briar’s grudge-fueled plot to expose Nick’s “instability” for a firm takeover, Sophia’s jealousy-laced gaslighting to isolate Noah on campus. Subplots sizzle too—Jenna’s budding romance with William hits hurdles, Nick’s underground racing circuit tempts relapse, and a mysterious stalker (hint: Percy vibes from the books?) lurks in the shadows. But at its core, this is a romance redefined: Nick and Noah’s “us against the world” bond fractures under paranoia, forcing raw reckonings about vulnerability and vengeance. “It’s not just about the heat anymore,” director Dominic Lees (helming from the Spanish blueprint) told Variety in a recent sit-down. “Season 2 turns their love into a labyrinth—every turn tests if they can outsmart the plan or become pawns in it.” Expect Oxford’s dreaming spires contrasting seedy London underbellies, with a soundtrack of brooding indie (think Halsey remixes) underscoring those tear-streaked confrontations.

The cast? A cocktail of returning scorchers and breakout bait. Banks, 24 and riding high from Good Girl’s Guide to Murder, layers Noah’s evolution from wide-eyed rebel to wary warrior—her Oxford arc blending brains with broken hearts. Broome, 23, flexes Nick’s brooding upgrade: Less reckless racer, more reluctant heir, his chiseled intensity (honed on The Buccaneers) sells the slow unraveling. Macklin and Fearon anchor the parental drama, their chemistry crackling with second-chance sparks. New blood injects fresh fire: Binder’s Briar slithers as the ultimate frenemy, her calculated cool evoking Euphoria‘s schemers; Rayner’s Sophia adds campus catty, a scheming scholar with secrets that could sink Noah’s dreams; Joel Nankervis pops as Nick’s shady firm colleague, and Orlando Norman stirs trouble as a charming Oxford interloper. No major swaps from the Spanish blueprint, but whispers of cameos—like a nod to the OG Culpa cast—tease meta magic. Production wrapped in summer 2025 after a whirlwind London-Oxford shoot, with budget boosts promising more motorcycle montages and midnight trysts.

Fan hysteria hit warp speed post-announcement, with #TheyPlannedEverything trending for days and AO3 fics exploding into “betrayal AU” territory. TikTok’s flooded with “Nick or Noah?” polls, while Reddit’s r/YourFaultLondon dissects book-to-screen fidelity—praising the amp-up on Briar’s revenge but griping potential soft-pedaling of the novels’ steamier bits. Critics are cautiously swooning: The Hollywood Reporter dubbed the original “a trashy triumph,” and early buzz positions Season 2 as the trilogy’s emotional gut-punch, blending After‘s angst with 365 Days‘ edge. Purists note tweaks—like amping the British class divide over Spanish family feuds—but the core hook endures: In a world of whispers and webcams, can love outplot the planners?

As Your Fault: London gears for its 2026 drop (trailing the Spanish Culpa Tuya‘s December 2024 heat), one thing’s clear: This isn’t just a sequel—it’s a siege on the heart. Nick and Noah’s saga sheds its honeymoon haze for a hall of mirrors, where every ally’s a suspect and trust is the ultimate casualty. Will their calculated foes shatter the fairy tale, or forge a fiercer forever? Prime Video’s betting on the latter, delivering a duology closer that cements the Culpables as streaming’s sultriest soap. Fire up My Fault: London now (it’s free with Prime), stock the wine, and brace for the backstab binge. In the game of thrones—and broken homes—you win, or you watch it burn.