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Taking a deep breath, I quickly scraped some off with a knife into a bowl, then poured in a bowl of plain water. Then I rushed back into the room, had Daniel lift Victoria up, pinched her nose, and directly poured the doctored water down her throat. "Ugh! Bernice, what did you make me drink? It smells awful!" The awakened and coughing Victoria looked furious, as if she wanted to tear me apart. Mom saw her reaction and stepped in front of me. "What are you yelling about? Your sister was just trying to save you, and look, you're fine now! If it wasn't for her, who knows what would've happened before we got you to the hospital?"

she asked, her voice choked with sobs. Her brow furrowed tightly as she tried to piece together an explanation. Because of this, she never noticed that, on the other side of the room, Brent had become so nervous that his breathing had grown labored. Officer Padinsky frowned. "What video? Let me see." As if clutching onto a lifeline, Aubrey immediately showed him the video. But he only watched it for a short while before reaching a conclusion. "The audio in this video is fabricated, and the person is AI-generated as well. You've been deceived, Ms. Cochran."

Still full of doubt, I reached out for the tab; playing the video that was already waiting for me on the screen. Jason who was captured in the video was seen taking the baby that I had abandoned. My eyes buldged from shock. Throwing the tab back at Camille, I say strongly. "This could have been made using deepfake technology" Deepfake technology was used to created fake videos and make them seem real. Camille laughter heartedly at my denial. "I knew you would say something like that. That's why I brought a witness" "A witness?" "Come in" Camille commands as a nurse strides into my office. I could recognize her immediately; she was the nurse who had assisted me when I went into labour.

The short humorless kind that meant he found something more offensive than funny. I wasn't smiling. He noticed that and stopped. "You're serious," he said. "I'm always serious before eight in the morning." "Xena." He pulled his other earphone out fully and tucked them into his pocket. "You kidnapped my fiancée. There's video evidence. The entire city—" "The video was fabricated." "The video—" "Was fabricated Adrian." I said it slowly like the pace would help. "Deepfake. AI generated. Your team commissioned it from a production company and I have the metadata to prove it."

"Are you insane? Fine, don't apologize, but this—this is overkill..." "Overkill?" My voice cracked, burning with rage. "You lied to me for three years, Jack. Used me like an ATM. Made me a punchline. And THIS is what's too much?" Jack frowned. "What are you even talking about?" "The call," I said, eyes locked on his. "I heard everything you and your buddy said." His face went rigid. "Faking bankruptcy was a blast, huh?" I dumped the rest of the cash from my bag. "Watching me burn myself every night just to save money—you must've felt like a king."

"What did you do to your pussy, babe? You taste like strawberries." He dove back in, driving his tongue deep. "It's this new gel, oh shit." Her eyes rolled back in her head as he licked into her. "You like it?" "Yes, is it safe?" He studied her pink dewiness as he spread her legs wider. "FDA approved." She joked tongue in cheek. Kyle was enjoying this new playful side to her. The fact that she'd gone commando was huge, but her using sexual enhancements was in a whole new ballpark.

“Yes Aliya, the man you avoided marrying and the man you married are the same. He pretended to be someone else to get revenge against your dickhead of a dad for what he did to our mum and I joined him by working for you as an assistant. Everything was planned. Put it together Aliya, who do you think Mr L is if not Liam De Luca the man you claim to love.” Brooke’s voice softened, almost mockingly. “If you didn’t see it coming, I can’t blame you. My brother is the master of manipulation. But now, I’ve told you everything. You should be grateful.” The screen went black. A moment later, my phone buzzed and I answered without thinking. “Little Dove,” a familiar voice whispered. The same feminine

I whispered. He reached over and took my hand, bringing my knuckles to his mouth. "I know you didn't do that, lynn. Your camera has gone missing, right?" The blood drained from my face. "Yeah," I whispered. "Who would do something like that?! It's sick!" "Brooke," he growled. "She stole your camera somehow and created a fake online profile for you, using your photos to bait and lure in minors. Then she got the security camera footage from the parking lot where you two fought. She's pressing full charges against you for assault."

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.

She smoothed her skirt, her eyes tracking me with a glint of pure, unadulterated malice. "Miss Monroe," Higgins began, his voice trembling slightly. "A tip was sent to the administration this morning. A digital file containing... certain unauthorized sketches from your portfolio. Sketches that involve the Sterling and Vale heirs." Mrs. Gable cleared her throat, sliding a tablet across the table. On the screen was a charcoal piece I’d done three weeks ago. It was a study of Asher in the warehouse—shirtless, his back to the viewer, the muscles of his shoulders tensed as he worked on his bike. The lighting was dramatic, the shadows deep and gritty.