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It had her exact cadence, her exact breath patterns. "Giordano..." Victoria looked up, her silver eyes wide. "This isn't me. I never said this." "Don't lie to me, Victoria," Giordano hissed, leaning forward. He slammed his hands flat onto the desk, his shadow swallowing her completely. "That is your voice. Those are the network codes you had access to while you were lying in my bed. You took everything I gave you and handed my neck to Interpol." "It's a fabrication!" she fired back, stepping back until her shoulder blades hit the glass window. "Listen to the modulation in the background. It's a deepfake audio file. It’s a setup!"

"Get closer." If only they knew how close I am. Theo curls his fingers inside me, finding that spot that makes everything go white, his tongue relentless on my clit. I'm shaking, tears forming in my eyes, desperate to cum but forcing myself to hold on. To keep performing. To keep my eyes on the camera while he destroys me with his mouth and his hands. He adds a third finger and I stretch around him, the fullness making me gasp out loud. The chat thinks I'm just really into whatever I'm doing to myself. They don't know there's a man between my legs who's been fantasizing about this moment for three months.

“Rei, you’re on speaker. Our padre, Dario, and Dante Luciano are with me.” I stiffened at the sound of my own name. The man on the other side of this call was supposed to marry my wife, and now we were fighting the same fight. Reinaldo didn’t acknowledge my presence. “I found some interesting information. Jennifer Goodin hasn’t posted to her I*******m account or YouTube channel in over two weeks. Prior to that, she posted multiple times a day.” “What did she post about?” Jorge asked. “Get this…she had a true-crime podcast.”

“How could that not be Mr. Calix? We clearly saw his face, and that evil wicked Veronica too.” “They aren’t the ones in the video and photos. The faces were edited and swapped to make it appear as if it was them. I’m not sure if this woman is Veronica, what I’m sure is that Calix is ​​not in the pictures and video.” “But, it sounds like their voice.” “Like I said, deepfake includes voice changes. Whoever made this could have used a voice changer or hired someone, making it seem as though Calix and Veronica are the people in the video.”

I don't want to get my hopes up besides, what if he broke up with her; Guys like him date girls like me only in movies. “No it's true! Georgina shared a story on her I*******m about the breakup and wrote ‘Traitor’ in her caption. It is being said that he cheated on her.” She giggled when she said the last part. I didn't find it amusing at all, but I can't say I'm mad either; I hate Georgina. “Well, whatever.” I replied trying to sound nonchalant. “Whatever?! Who are you?” asked Penelope sarcastically. She is right on that one. Anyone who knows me, even briefly, knows my obsession with Justin Black.

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Seraphina screamed hysterically, "T-That's fake! That's a fake recording! Deepfake AI! Chloe deliberately slandered me!" "Deepfakes?" Chloe tilted her head, her aura pressing against Seraphina until the woman's knees trembled. "The timeline, bank transactions in Switzerland with serial number 994-00-B, down to the DNA on the hotel bed sheets that my team has collected... Do you want me to dissect them all one by one in front of the assembly of werewolf elders?" Seraphina stumbled backwards, her dress caught on a chair, falling embarrassingly. Her holy falsehood, her "White Lotus" mask that had drugged Julian for three years... was crushed to pieces by Chloe's merciless high heels.

She is perfect for me, not him or anyone. " I mean if you be my model, it will be perfect. So please say yes. " " I am sorry, but no... I don't want that. First of all I am very camera shy. Another reason is that I don't want my pics to be published anywhere. I am a wallflower kind of girl. I don't feel comfortable with all that. Recently my pics got published in a local newspaper and I really got fed up. So, I am sorry Siddharth, but I don't want to do anything with this. "

“Blake. You’re not seriously thinking of going.” I held up my phone. “He wasn’t bluffing.” I pulled up G****e. And just like that, there he was. Ethan Blackwood. Beautiful. Rich. Dangerous. Photographed in tailored suits, arm in arm with senators and Silicon Valley royalty. A few articles mentioned a breakup two years ago. But no photos of her. Like she never existed. Amelia frowned at my screen. “That’s… creepy.” “Right?” “Still. You can’t go there alone. You don’t know what kind of psycho he is.”