The rain-slicked streets of Notting Hill pulsed with electric tension under a bruised November sky, the kind that mirrors the storm brewing in every stolen glance and whispered promise. It was December 1, 2025, and Prime Video’s global drop of the Your Fault: London 2 trailer didn’t just hit screens—it scorched them, amassing 15 million views in the first 24 hours and catapulting #NoahAndNick to the top of X’s worldwide trends. Fans who devoured the original My Fault: London—that pulse-pounding February 2025 remake of Mercedes Ron’s Culpa Mía that became Prime’s most-watched original film of the year—screamed into the void: “They’re back, and hotter than hell!” But beneath the lip-locks and luxury, this two-minute inferno teases a sequel that’s less fairy tale, more Faustian bargain. Noah and Nick’s forbidden flame? It’s roaring louder than ever, but jealous exes slither from the shadows, and family betrayals loom like guillotines. One wrong move, and their love could snuff out—for good.

For the blissfully uninitiated, the Culpables trilogy—Ron’s Wattpad-born juggernaut that sold over 2 million copies worldwide—trades in that delicious taboo: step-siblings torn between blood ties and burning desire. The English reboot, helmed by director Eduard Cortés (who steered the Spanish trilogy to global domination), swaps Iberian sun for London’s fog-shrouded grit. My Fault: London introduced us to Noah, the 18-year-old wild child uprooted from her mum’s chaotic custody to live with her doting stepdad William in a sleek Kensington townhouse. There, she collides with Nick, William’s 20-year-old heir apparent—arrogant, adrenaline-junkie heir to a sprawling property empire. Their meet-cute? A crash of egos at a family dinner, escalating to a midnight motorbike ride where sparks ignite into a full-blown inferno. But as the film raced to its cliffhanger climax—a near-fatal car wreck that leaves Nick battered and Noah shattered—their secret romance teeters on exposure, with William’s iron-fisted control and Noah’s jealous ex, Dan, circling like vultures.

The trailer for Your Fault: London 2—titled simply Your Fault: London in a cheeky nod to the trilogy’s escalating blame game—picks up threads with surgical precision, adapting Ron’s second novel Culpa Tuya into a London lens of posh betrayals and underground raves. It opens with Noah, now a freshman at Oxford’s hallowed halls, sketching architectural dreams in a sun-dappled quad, her leather jacket slung over a stack of Jane Austen tomes—a visual wink to her literary roots. Cut to Nick, suited up in his father’s glass-tower law firm, barking orders into a Bluetooth while flashbacks of their Notting Hill trysts flicker like forbidden Polaroids: tangled sheets in a Mayfair penthouse, a stolen kiss under Tower Bridge fireworks, Noah’s nails raking his back during a fevered hookup in the back of his matte-black Aston Martin. “We’re endgame,” Nick growls in voiceover, his voice a gravelly promise that sends shivers down spines. Banks and Broome’s chemistry? Nuclear. The trailer’s centerpiece—a rain-drenched reunion in an abandoned Thames warehouse, where Noah shoves him against graffiti-scarred walls, their kiss devouring the screen like it’s oxygen—has already spawned 2.7 million TikTok thirst edits, captioned “Stepbro energy but make it Shakespeare.”

But Prime Video isn’t here to hand out Hallmark bows. The trailer’s pulse quickens with the venom: jealous exes and family daggers poised to strike. Dan, upgraded from petty antagonist to full-throated stalker, lurks in the shadows of Oxford’s cobbled lanes, his texts morphing from pleading to poisonous—”You think you can erase me for him?” A chilling montage shows him tailing Noah to a clandestine party, his face twisted in the strobe lights as he whispers manipulations to her fragile freshman friends. “He’s poison, Noah. Just like his family.” Enter Jenna, Nick’s ex-flame from his pre-Noah boarding school days, who’s clawed her way into William’s inner circle as a junior associate. She’s the serpent in silk, leaking doctored emails that paint Nick as an embezzler siphoning firm funds for joyrides. “Daddy’s little prince always gets what he wants,” she purrs in a boardroom stare-down, her hand lingering too long on his tie. The trailer’s money shot? Jenna and Dan’s clandestine meet in a fog-choked Soho alley, clinking champagne flutes: “They burn bright. We snuff ’em out.”

Family betrayals hit harder, laced with that gut-wrenching Culpables DNA. William, ever the patriarch with a steel-trap heart, discovers their affair through a hacked security cam—his face crumpling from fury to heartbreak in a single beat. “Blood or not, you’re my son. And she’s off-limits,” he thunders, slamming a mahogany desk that echoes like a gavel. But the real knife? Mario, who sells out their hideaway to William for a promotion, his guilty glance in the rearview as coppers swarm a lakeside cabin getaway. Noah’s mum, Sofia, resurfaces with her own agenda—pushing a “fresh start” reconciliation that reeks of ulterior motives, her eyes darting to William’s wallet. “Families stick together, darling. Even when they shouldn’t.” The trailer’s fever-dream climax: a high-octane chase through London’s underground tunnels—Nick’s bike roaring after Noah’s fleeing cab, Dan’s SUV ramming from the flanks—ending in a fiery standoff where alliances shatter and loyalties bleed. “Whose fault is it now?” the screen fades to black, Ron’s tagline a taunt that hangs like smoke.

Filming wrapped in sultry July 2025 under the watchful eye of cinematographer Eduard Grau, who bathes the sequel in a moody palette of neon blues and blood-red sunsets, trading the first film’s sunlit escapism for noirish dread. Banks, 24 and blooming into a rom-dram powerhouse, told Variety at the wrap party: “Noah’s not just surviving love anymore—she’s weaponizing it. This trailer’s just the spark; the film’s a wildfire.” Broome, 26 and fresh off Saltburn buzz, echoed the heat: “Nick’s arc is about choosing chaos over control. With Noah, it’s worth every scar.” The supporting cast deepens the delicious rot: Elliott’s William evolves from protector to inquisitor, while Carmichael’s Sofia adds layers of maternal menace. New blood like Butterworth promises sparks—her Jenna is “the villain you love to loathe,” per early buzz from test screenings.

The trailer’s drop coincides with the Spanish Culpa Tuya‘s December 2024 triumph—Prime’s global No. 1 for weeks—and teases a 2026 worldwide premiere, likely mid-year to capitalize on summer swoons. Production insiders whisper of cameos from the OG Spanish cast, and a soundtrack helmed by rising Brit-pop phenom Beabadoobee, blending indie anthems with orchestral swells that amp the angst. Fan theories are already legion: Will Dan’s jealousy culminate in a sabotage that strands Noah in Paris? Does Jenna’s betrayal unmask a deeper Bulen family secret—like William’s affair with Sofia? Or will Mario’s treachery force Nick to choose: empire or ecstasy?

In a streaming landscape bloated with forgettable flings, Your Fault: London 2 trailer doesn’t just rekindle the flame—it fans it into a bonfire of bad decisions and breathtaking betrayals. Noah and Nick’s love was always a fuse; now, with exes exhaling gasoline and kin wielding matches, it’s primed to explode. As the final frame lingers on their intertwined hands—scarred, steady, but slipping—one truth blazes: in the game of forbidden hearts, fault lines run deep. And in London’s relentless rain, they might just drown them all.

Will their flame roar eternal, or flicker to ash? Hit play, and pray for sequels. Our Fault: London waits in the wings—because in this trilogy, blame is the only currency that doesn’t depreciate.