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( Adrian) I was still in the study when the new message arrived. The dummy account notification lit up my phone like a spark in dry grass. I opened it immediately, heart already racing, and the video loaded. It was longer this time. More deliberate. More devastating. Alessa — because I knew it was her, I would always know — had filmed herself in what looked like a bathroom. She was wearing only a tiny red thong. She started slow, teasing the camera, sliding the fabric aside to show how wet she already was. Then she pushed the thick toy inside herself, moaning softly as it stretched her. She added a second one, filling herself completely, the red thong still stretched tight around both toys.

"Didn't you say the prenatal report was fake? How could this be?" "She used an AI deepfake software to deceive you! Don't you get it?" Sally shouted, clinging tightly to Quilton. Then, she took out her phone, made a deepfake video of a pregnant woman being cut open, and uploaded a photo of me and the abductors. Soon, a hyper-realistic video appeared. Several of the nearby guests chimed in. "It's true that top AI video creators nowadays can fake anything flawlessly." The wedding guests erupted into an excited frenzy.

And across from him, a satellite laptop screen glowed with decrypted footage. “Are you sure?” Alexander asked, voice low, deadly. Caleb nodded. “It’s AI generated. Deepfake. The man in the video is not you, but he was made to look like you. We ran facial keypoint detection and forensic analysis, there are micro expressions the AI can’t replicate. It’s a clone built off your public appearances. Whoever made this used highly illegal programs and a disgusting amount of data.” Alexander’s throat was dry. “And Sarah…?” “She saw it,” Caleb said grimly. “We intercepted a trace line from Gerald’s encrypted stream. Her cries? They were real.”

Raka arrived with a digital forensics expert named Damar. “Mr. Adrian, I’ve analyzed the footage,” Damar said as he opened his laptop. “There are anomalies.” Adrian leaned forward. “Anomalies? What do you mean? Tell me.” Damar pointed to the screen. “Look at your lips when the words are spoken. The synchronization between audio and lip movement isn’t perfect. There’s a slight delay of a few milliseconds. That’s a strong sign of deepfake or audio-video tampering.” Adrian’s eyes widened. “So I was right? The footage is fake?”

He stopped, then went on, his voice heavy with love. “However, there have been nasty individuals on the internet lately disseminating untrue information about Ms. Douglas, Riley’s birth mother, and me. I'm making a serious announcement today: those said images and videos are all AI-generated. And my darling wife Haley has shown, through her actions, her trust in Ms. Douglas and in me..." With a faked passion in his eyes, Kieran turned to face Haley. Haley jerked her head in his direction. Disbelief filled her eyes as they enlarged dramatically.

Eden said fire blazing in her eyes and wriggled in his hold to get free. Smirking, he pulled her even closer if possible. His voice got thicker than Eden had ever heard, "That's where you are wrong, sweetheart. I am an Addict and you are my Drug."

His blond hair, her dark bun coming undone. My vision tunneled. The sounds of the hospital faded into a high-pitched whine. I scrolled. It was a car crash I couldn’t look away from. The comments were a vomit of judgment, lust, and rage. @TruthHurts: Knew it. That smug bastard always had predator energy. Disgusting. He should be in jail, not on a field. @Ryder4Life: THIS IS FAKE! DEEPFAKE! Someone is trying to destroy him before the championship!!

“Now.” There was a brief pause. “Arthur,” she spoke again, her tone sharp and unyielding. “The video involving my stepson, Christopher Bells. It needs to disappear. Deploy the counter-payload we prepared this morning. Release the digital signature showing the footage was a highly sophisticated AI deepfake. I want the hired culprit’s pre-recorded video confession pushed live across every major network and streaming platform immediately. Wipe the original file from the cloud architecture. You have sixty seconds.”

I snatched the tablet from her hands, and there it was, glaring back at me was a bold headline, ‘International model, Ari, ‘strikes’ again.’ Below it was a thumbnail; I pressed play and dropped the tablet when I saw the content. It was Derek and me at the beach, naked, having sex. The clip was short, but it didn't need context; it was clear. My fake sex tape is on the internet! Good Gods! “This…..this isn't real.” I stuttered, looking at Stella. “I know,” She said quietly. “But the world doesn't."

He'd also included footage from cafe shops, neighbourhoods, traffic cameras, and even Dreamworld where it'd all begun. “How did you get all of this?” I asked, my voice light in amazement. Aaron smiled and let the reporters drink it in. Then suddenly, a cynical cameraman in the back shouted aloud, above the buzzing murmurs of the crowd in the room. “Deep fake. I know it when I see one. Look at the lighting on her face. It's too sharp. They ran this through an AI generator,” he scoffed. “Yeah. For all we know, the kidnap was probably staged to set Mr. Donald up,” another quipped.