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Everyone watched, and soon it became crystal clear what had happened. The so-called photos and videos were all AI deepfakes. Mira still tried to keep up her bravado. However, Noah tapped another file, and this time an audio recording played, shutting her down completely. “You worthless brat! Sneaking around with men at your age, and now you’re pregnant? How am I supposed to face anyone after this? You’re coming with me to get an abortion!” “No, Mom. I’ve got a better idea. I can use this baby to make a lot of money, but it depends on whether Cody agrees.”

I immediately grabbed the officiant's microphone and shouted, "This video's fake! Everyone, don't believe it! This is an AI-generated deepfake video! I trust Isaac, and he would never do anything to betray me! This is fake!" Then, I said to Isaac, "Call the police right now! Whoever did this needs to be arrested immediately!"

Anyone in his place would have needed someone. She had tried to extend kindness, but he had refused it. He had built walls too thick, and he would rather crumble inside them than let anyone see him fall. *** “Feel better now?” Selene asked, her tone light but her eyes serious, as she entered Sera’s office later that day. She had been the one working behind the scenes to keep the scandal alive, ensuring that the videos spread faster than Roman’s team could erase them. “Deepfake,” Selene had said weeks earlier when Sera first brought the idea to her. “It can be done. Just leave it to me.” She had smiled with the pride of a woman whose skill could rewrite reality.

"There are the videos which are causing the rumors. These tapes are made by a professional impersonator, even the sound system looks like real. Dea scrolled down through the videos in that YouTube channel, there were total seven of them. Those already got many viewers and comments about the side effects of their new foundation 'Petals', but they weren't true. Dea was strictly handling her makeup industry, there was no way that the products could be made by bad ingredients. Whoever uploaded these videos truly wanted to annihilate her reputation. She noticed the channel's name, it was Spoiled Makeup, though she didn't recognize the model in the tapes

"The photos aren't that damaging. You could weather that storm." "Could I?" Adrian's reflection looked grim, though his thumb stroked small circles on her hand, the gesture almost unconscious. "Or would they be the final piece of evidence my brother needs?" "Evidence of what?" The doors opened to the private conference room lobby before he could answer. Camera flashes immediately began going off as reporters caught sight of them. The light seemed to crystallize around them, freezing this moment between truth and lies. "Smile," Adrian whispered, his lips brushing her ear. The touch sent shivers down her spine. "The show begins now."

RONALD The flashes were blinding. A hundred tiny lights exploding in my face as I stood behind the mic, my tie knotted too tightly around my neck. I didn’t flinch though, I kept my posture straight, my face calm and tone measured. The statement had already been written and memorized. “The viral video circulating online involving myself and my fiancée’s brother is a deep fake, an AI-generated fabrication with malicious intent. I am currently engaged to my fiancée, Kyla Johnson, and our wedding plans are proceeding as scheduled.”

“Which brings me to the contingency. If the morality clause fails, we need another way to destroy the marriage before the board validates it. Something so damaging that even Devon’s legal team can’t spin it. Something that makes Anya look not just like a fraud, but like a woman of such low character that no board member would ever accept her as a Vance.” “What kind of something?” A pause. The tap of the cane, slow and deliberate. “There’s a man in the city who specializes in digital fabrication. Deepfakes. Convincing ones. For a f*e, he can create a video of Anya—engaging in certain acts—with an actor who resembles her enough to fool facial recognition. We release it anonymously the night be

“Excuse me? How dare you speak to me like—” I pulled out my phone, swiped to the video, and shoved it toward her face. The footage played on full volume, her unmistakable laugh, the way she pressed herself against Marcus Hale, one of my longest-serving board members, kissing him like a desperate slut in that hotel lobby. The way his hands roamed over her body near the elevator. Veda stared at the screen. For a second, she froze. Then she tried to recover. “That… that isn’t me,” she said quickly, her voice rising in pitch. “Calder, someone must have edited this. Deepfakes are everywhere these days. You can’t possibly believe—”

My pulse quickened as I pulled out my phone and opened I*******m. There it was—a post of me and Aiden, arms wrapped tightly around each other, our faces so close it looked like we were sharing an intimate moment. The caption read, “Together forever—because some bonds can’t be broken.” My heart sank. It was a fake photo, edited and manipulated to look convincing, but I could see through the illusion. I scrolled down to the comments and my breath hitched when I saw Ryan’s comment: “At least you’re happy now. That’s all I ever wanted.”

I started, but what I saw when I looked down shut me right up. My breath caught. There I was, on my knees in the dean of admissions' office, sucking his dick. The details were perfect: my curves, my hair, even the way I moved. "What the fuck? That's not me. This isn't the original sex tape. Lena was the one…" I trailed off, shoving the phone away, horrified at the implications."It's a great deepfake," I murmured, the penny finally dropping. So much made sense now. Why else would Lena post this shit? Jealous bitch. When the dean of admissions denied her entry into MIT despite her blackmailing him, she must have gone nuclear and edited the video as a way of getting back at me.