Brooke Monk Deep Fake Nude

I came home a day early from my business trip and hid in the closet to surprise Eric Carter. At seven, he told the housekeeper to cook several dishes. At nine, he told me hoarsely that he had taken a bath and changed the bedsheets in my room. He was sure that I would love it. I did not believe him because I had heard him moaning in bed with Willow Summers for three hours from the closet. Willow Summers was his childhood sweetheart and my sister. I clicked on a webpage from my cell without hesitation. "Miss Summers, your appointment for creating a fake death has been confirmed. Time of Death: One week later Location of Death: The wedding hall on the top floor of the Century Building Cause of Death: Suicide from jumping off a building!"

I was the real heiress in a case of a mistaken identity. Three months after my return, the imposter heiress disappeared.   My brother, Caleb Carter, accused me of jealousy, believing I had driven the fake heiress away. The disappointed look on my parents’ faces revealed their true thoughts.   I was confined in the basement, subjected to daily torture.   Even after my death, my family donated my brain to a research institution.   Later, I watched from heaven as my family broke down upon watching my memories.

I'm a coward—someone who gets bullied and never fights back, who only swallows the humiliation in silence. That is, until the year I turned twenty. A well-dressed, elegant couple found me and told me I was their long-lost son. Overjoyed, I followed them back to their castle-like home, convinced that I was finally about to live a better life. But on the very first day, the fake heir made it clear—I would never know a moment's peace. I didn't dare say a word. Cowardly as ever, I could only think about ending my life. The first time, I slit my wrists. They saved me. The second time, I tried to jump off a building. My sister dragged me back. The third time, I drank an entire bottle of pesticide—and still didn't die. … My family finally saw through the fake heir's true color. "So it was you, pulling the strings all along!" My sister plead, "Brother dear, I'm begging you—please don't kill yourself."

The night my parents were kidnapped, my brother—who happened to be a police officer—chose to go bungee jumping with the fake heiress. I didn't stop him. Instead, I called the police and began preparing the ransom. In my previous life, my brother had forgone the outing to rescue our parents. As a result, the rope snapped during her jump, sending her plummeting into the abyss. Her body was never recovered. He never spoke a word about it afterward. On my birthday, he drugged me and dragged me to that very cliff. "You orchestrated the kidnapping! You'd go this far for their attention? You're nothing but a monster! Lillian is dead. You don't deserve to live either!" When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the night my parents were kidnapped. This time, my brother didn't rush to their rescue. Instead, he ran to the fake heiress. But in the end, he regretted it so much that he nearly lost his mind.

To find the missing fake heiress, my family forced me to undergo a memory extraction. They were convinced that I had bullied her for the past three years and driven her to run away. I gave a bitter smile and let them continue. As the memories surfaced one after another, the truth became clear. I was the one who had been bullied all along. My parents, overcome with guilt, clutched my hands so tightly they nearly fainted. My brother’s eyes were bloodshot, his teeth grinding until he drew blood. In their arms, I looked up in confusion and asked softly, “Who are you?”

When my mother finally found the real heiress, she was on her knees selling shoes on the street. And to my surprise, I recognized her—she was none other than my fiancé's first love. Determined to oust me, the fake heiress, she played her part well, putting on a daily show to make me look bad. I was content to play along, enjoying our little game, until my fiancé’s offhand remark, “Was that really necessary?" shattered my composure. Fine, I thought, “You can keep this husband and family. I’ve got better things to do—like finding my real parents.”

I think Giselle Foster, the fake heiress of my family, has gotten reborn. Not only does she stop my parents from choosing one of us to stay with them, but she also secretly tells my mom that the apocalypse is coming, and that the zombies will take over the world. My biological parents choose to believe Giselle. Soon, they start borrowing money from all sources and stock up on everything as much as possible. As Giselle stands in the indestructible safe house, she looks at me smugly. "You didn't just fail to win Mom and Dad over—you'll always be inferior to me as well!" I merely smirk at her in return. After that, I pass the antidote for the zombification virus to the military. Idiots will forever be idiots even after they get reborn. Now that the apocalypse is no longer coming, I'd like to see just how these idiots are going to pay off the loan sharks.

The human world has been overtaken by the vampires and the werewolves. In order to appease them, my aristocrat parents have ordered me and the fake heir, Delroy Andrews, to marry someone out of each clan. In my previous life, Delroy had chosen Vivian Wolfe, a she-wolf who was known for being strong and loyal to her mate. Meanwhile, I chose a graceful and noble-looking vampire named Leila Sangalia. But on the night of the full moon, Vivian went into heat, resulting in her devouring Delroy on the spot. As for me, I was given the gift of immortality after receiving the First Embrace from Leila. My parents drugged me and had me delivered to Vivian's bed just to get revenge for Delroy. She tore me into pieces, resulting in my death. When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the day I'm supposed to draw lots for my future bride. This time, Delroy knocks over the lot box and begins whining to our parents that he wants to marry Leila instead. "This time, it's my turn to become an immortal, Titus!" I accept the cruel Vivian as my bride without any objections. Despite being given a second chance at life, Delroy is still stupid enough to think that he will be given a life of happiness just by relying on vampires. But what I actually want is to liberate mankind from vampires and werewolves.

Ivory Stone has tried and failed to seduce her stoic steward 999 times. She thinks that maybe Wilson Quill doesn't have a heart. Maybe he won't ever fall in love with anyone. But one day, she catches him pleasuring himself with a bracelet belonging to the fake heiress who stole her life.

Everyone thought Sophia Collins was the poor fake heiress. She lost her place in the Collins family, got sent to a brutal obedience academy, and spent three years eating dog food, sleeping in kennels, and wearing a leash like an animal. When my father finally brought her home, she knelt in front of him, covered in bruises, and sobbed, “Dad, I’ll behave. Please don’t let Ava chain me like a dog again.” Everyone looked at me like I was a monster. What they didn’t know was that Sophia had once stolen my body. In my last life, I was the one trapped in that academy. I was the one beaten, humiliated, and forced to bark on my knees. Then she switched our souls back and framed me for everything. My father believed her. He broke my legs and threw me into a dog cage. But this time, I came back before the nightmare began. And when Sophia stole my body again, she thought she had won. She didn’t know I had already turned her own trap into mine.