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"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?"

He spoke up again, "Hey, it's okay, you know. I can understand you must be going through tough times to behave like that. So, you don't have to be like this." With his words, I turned to him after a few moments. There was no humor or something in his eyes but just warmth as he smiled at me. For some reason, my embarrassment was fading away and I tried to smile back, "Thank you." "That's better." He said as he settled on the chair at my desk, "Anyways, I am Tristan Hoult." He held out his hand for a handshake. I went through an inner battle to reach for it and at last did, "Eden McBride."

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.”

On TV, they were now showing audio of what they claimed was me: "How much would it take to make this investigation disappear? Name your price." It sounded like my voice. Almost perfectly. But I'd never said those words. "Deepfake audio," Rebecca said, pulling up analysis software. "It's sophisticated, but it's fake. Give me the audio file and I can prove it." "James, we have evidence," I said into the phone. "Evidence that Michael has been working for Victor Kaine. Evidence that all of this is fabricated. Rebecca can prove the audio is fake" "Bring everything to my office. Now. Before the FBI gets to you."

The forensic lead paused the video and rewound ten seconds. “That hum,” he said. “Is likely an audio bed used to mask artifacts. It’s common in synthetic voice overlays.” Counsel looked at me. “Deepfake?” she asked, careful. “Deepfake,” the forensic lead said, matter-of-fact. “At least in part. But we’ll confirm.” He let it continue. The woman on screen swallowed, blinking slowly. “And I used a young man. Noah. My brother. I used his scholarship to force sympathy.”

The Potter family's bodyguards exchanged shocked whispers, stunned that their poised and dignified lady was secretly so depraved. Sean shot to his feet, bellowing, "It's fake, generated by AI! Jerome, you despicable rat! To push for divorce, you're resorting to these despicable tactics?" He jabbed a finger at Megan, adding, "You can't trick me. The woman next to you is a notorious hacker. Faking videos is child's play for her." Megan raised an eyebrow, clicking open another clip. "Is that so? Care to explain why you're shirtless at Martha's place at 3:30 in the morning?"

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.”

The moment he walked into the living room, his eyes landed on the petition on the table and the sex video still frozen on my phone screen. His face went ashen. He lunged forward, snatched my phone, and hurled it against the wall. The screen shattered on impact. "Elena, that video is fabricated!" he snarled through clenched teeth, eyes blazing with fury. "Selene used deepfake technology to make it! She's insane—she's trying to tear us apart!" To prove himself, he immediately called Selene right in front of me. The second the call connected, he roared: "Selene, if you ever pull this kind of disgusting stunt against my Luna again, I will banish you from this pack tomorrow and leave you to die i

When I open my eyes they are all staring at me like I am their new favorite game. Brooke pulls out her phone. “Time for proof you are part of the group.” She starts recording. “Spread your legs wider and tell the camera how much you love being our sleepover slut.” I hesitate, still panting. Madison pushes the vibrator deeper and I moan despite myself. “Do it or the video of you cumming goes to everyone at school,” Brooke says calmly. Tears slip down my cheeks as I spread my thighs wider. “I love being your sleepover slut,” I whisper to the camera, voice cracking with shame and leftover pleasure.

BROOKE “I’m going to call a friend of mine that works at the bank and doubles as a dark web hacker. He’ll get all the money of yours that your mom has locked away into your personal account, and then I’ll put you on a jet to embark on a new adventure that you have complete control of,” he said as he dailed away on his phone. For a lack of words, I let fresh tears stream down my cheeks, muttering my gratitude to him and choking on the words as I cried harder.