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He sat down impatiently and demanded the Commissioner explain what he had been telling him on the phone. The Commissioner cleared his throat and began. "Two men have confessed to involvement in Konstantin's death," the Commissioner said carefully. "The first man, the one you sent us, he's confessing to creating false evidence- the deepfake footage, the manipulated CCTV, the fake witness statements. He's detailing exactly how he did it. He used an advanced AI deepfake software to create a video of you entering Konstantin's residence. He hacked into the security system using credentials that were provided to him. He paid off witnesses to make false statements. Everything is meticulously planne

Headlines, group chats, social media feeds—all screaming the same thing: “Old Intimate Video of Liora and Noah Anderson Leaked Online.” Liora froze. Her hand trembled as she tapped one of the links. “New Scandal: Leaked BDSM Video of Noah Anderson and Liora Wrenford.” “Is This Proof Liora Isn’t the Pure Woman She Claims to Be?” She scrolled through the comments, each one a knife to her chest. “No wonder Xavier chose her, she’s clearly experienced.” “How could the wife of a Wrenford have such a filthy past?” “This video is beyond disgraceful.”

"I heard that lady doctor has a smoking hot body, so you'll never know." To root it all out once and for all, I decided to go on the offensive. I compiled all the evidence—the forensic comparison report proving the video was a deepfake, the official police statement, Kelvin's redacted medical records for his gender reassignment, and the recording of Patrick's extortion attempt. Then, I registered a Facebook account under my real name and posted a long article titled, "The Story of How My Cousin Brought Home a Transgender Fugitive Girlfriend and Used an AI-Generated Revenge Porn Video to Try to Extort Three Apartments From Me".

I spat venomously, eliciting a sarcastic laugh from him. He walked over to my side and stood there, towering above me. “With the resources I have, I can make it seem like you have been sleeping with him for a while now. You saw the neat trick I pulled with the texts and video. I can use deepfake to make rather nasty pictures of the two of you in compromising positions. And nobody would have a problem believing me, I am after all the backstabbed ex-husband,” he voiced in a quivering tone.

Pictures of me and Kade outside the venue, his hands on my waist and us leaving together. God. We looked like a real couple. “They know Kade is your new client.” Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. The elevator feels too small, too hot, too freaking crowded. My lungs almost give up as I see another headline flash across my screen. COULD THE BLACK OUTCAST BE DATING HIS BROTHER’s BEST-FRIEND FOR REVENGE? DIRT BIKER KADE BLACK’s GIRLFRIEND IDENTIFIED AS MANAGER. CLIENT-MANAGER ROMANCE? My eyes squeeze shut. I wasn’t thinking when I asked him to pretend for me, I should’ve ended things there.

It was a deep fake. “Oh my god,” Kayla whispered, her hands shaking. “She made this. She created a fake video to make it look like we’re… like we’re doing something inappropriate in the office. To ruin our reputations. To destroy the company.” Liam’s jaw tightened, his hands clenched into fists. “That’s it. That’s her revenge. She knows she can’t beat us legally, so she’s trying to ruin us publicly. She’s trying to make us look like unprofessional, immoral people.”

"I just saw what happened. Is Serena..." "She's devastated," I cut him off. "And I need your help." There was a pause. "My help?" Dave asked carefully. "Someone created sophisticated deepfakes to frame Serena," I said, forcing myself to stay professional. "Photos, videos, financial documents. All fake, but convincing. I need someone who understands the technology to help prove they're fabricated." "Of course," Dave said immediately. "I'll help in any way I can. What do you need me to do?"

Nick had worked really hard yesterday, and Mick was with me too, so I just wore my clothes and left the dorm. In the dorm, my whole reputation had been completely distorted. Everyone knew that the videos that were leaked about me were AI-made. Yes, it had been announced that those videos were created by artificial intelligence. There were even some screenshots showing proof, and everyone believed it. With how much AI can do these days, how could anyone doubt it? Everyone accepted it.

Inside the boat that took my men and I back to the mainland, I sat down, reading a newspaper when Stone walked in with updates on Miss Kim and Grace. While I can't touch Miss Kim for now, Dealing with Grace isn't a problem. After I carried Katalina into her room yesterday morning, Stone had the girls taken to Miss Kim's apartment, where he continued filming their debauchery. “Take a look, boss.” Stone handed me a phone. On it was the clip of Grace. She was naked and on her knees. She was kneeling in front of a man whose face was out of shot. She had his cock in her mouth and was staring at him with glazed eyes. Slippery saliva was gushing out of her mouth as he swayed back and forth, thrusti