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‎ ‎“Adrian…” ‎ ‎He didn’t respond. ‎ ‎Marcus closed the laptop carefully. ‎ ‎“That video could be manipulated,” he said calmly. “Deepfakes exist.” ‎ ‎Aurora nodded quickly. ‎ ‎“Yes. Victor could be lying.” ‎ ‎But Adrian still didn’t move. ‎ ‎Ethan walked closer to him. ‎ ‎“Hey,” he said gently. “You okay?” ‎ ‎Adrian exhaled slowly, then finally looked away from the screen. ‎

She yelled out. Harold groaned. “It’s just gossip blogs. It’ll blow over.” “Gossip?” she scoffed. “There’s a video, Harold! You’re in a hotel room, screwing some whore like a cheap politician!” He ran a hand through his hair, he was clearly frustrated. “Serena, keep your voice down!” he shouted. "I'd just say it was deep fake or so…. Everything's Ai this days. Damian really got some guts." “Oh, don’t tell me to calm down!” Serena shouted and threw a decorative candle across the room. “ To calm down on what? I can't let my father know about this. Who did this?"

The cameras snapped in rapid bursts. “I want to start by saying,” he began smoothly, “that I am a man of integrity. These accusations being circulated online are false. They are lies generated to damage my reputation.” Reporters called over one another. “What about the videos?” “Are you denying you’re in them?” “Multiple women have come forward…” He raised a hand, a gesture of practiced control. “The so-called ‘videos’ you’re referring to are AI-generated fabrications. Deepfakes. In this digital era, anyone can make anything. That is not me.”

The morning after the breeding stream, Sophia woke up to millions of notifications. Clips of her final moments — gaped, leaking, whispering that she didn’t know whose baby she was carrying — had gone mega-viral across every encrypted network. Deepfake versions were already circulating. Fan edits. Slow-motion compilations of her squirting. Screenshots of her tear-streaked, cum-covered face were being used as profile pictures in the darkest forums. She stared at her phone with hollow eyes, fingers trembling as she scrolled through the comments.

“Deep what?” “Deepfakes. It’s AI technology. Artificial intelligence that can create incredibly realistic fake videos and photos. It maps someone’s face onto another person’s body. The technology has gotten so sophisticated that it’s almost impossible to detect with the naked eye.” I stared at her, trying to process what she was saying. “Someone used AI to make it look like I was having sex with a stranger?” “That’s what Marcus thinks. The photos are too perfect, he said. Too seamless. The kind of seamless that only comes from machine learning algorithms, not human manipulation.”

“Stay here. Let me handle this.” Sophie turned to Camellia, who stood frozen nearby, holding a tablet. “You see this?” Camellia nodded slowly. “It’s... spreading fast.” “I need full digital control,” Sophie said. “Now. Pull our press from all platforms until we scrub the leak.” Camellia hesitated. Then said, “Yes, ma’am.” Minutes Later –Alexander returned with fire in his eyes. “Fabricated audio. It’s a deepfake. I just confirmed with Yara’s tech team. The voice tone is off by 12% in spectral balance. Completely AI-generated—but convincing enough to cause damage.”

“Oh, Wade. Is that your strategy? To wave your hand and shout ‘fake news’?” Her phone is in her hand before he notices. She taps the screen. A familiar voice booms through the speaker. Wade freezes. His smirk crumbles. His body jerks forward, all composure gone as the sound echoes around him. Adrianna leans back, her lips curling into a devilish smile. “Tell me, Wade…” she purrs, her tone soft and deadly, “will this video also be dismissed as fake?”

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But seeing that no one was willing to entertain her any further, something that had been happening since she arrived that morning, Charlotte stomped her foot in frustration and stormed off to her room. --- In his room, Vincent plugged the flash drive into his computer. The footage from the restaurant began to play, showing everything. From when Elena and Sophia entered, to the moment Elena discreetly pulled out a substance without Sophia noticing. It also captured his fight with Jake. “That bastard. I’m going to expose you,” Vincent muttered through gritted teeth, his fingers flying across the keyboard. He started manipulating the footage, using deepfake technology to make it look like Jake

He clicked back and forth between the two of them. “How can the photos be identical when one was taken at Stanford and the other at Duke University?” he asked. I looked more closely. He was right, the clothes they’re wearing, and the background of students and families are clearly the same. The only difference in the photos was the son standing with the Barrymores. One is original, the other is photoshopped. According to the detection program, Perry’s photo was a fake one.