Georgina Rodriguez Deepfake Porn Novels & Stories

George also removed his shirt, my heart was etched with excitement when I glanced at my clip on the screen. “I never had sex with him," I thought, and never lifted my eyes away from the screen as they properly edited me into a position that I never had He drugged me and planned the whole thing. I rushed down to the door, trying to get Camara to come, but she seemed so far on the other side of the mansion. I went back in, played the clip again, and as I glanced at a flash drive I quickly inserted into the system, I copied the whole clip as evidence—the original one and the fake one that was properly edited with his body over my body.

The camera cut to the reporter as he spoke next, “So it’s true… Ryan Johnson, the most popular and handsome billionaire was already married all these years. And, probably the report of his engagement with the Jyoglina Georgette was true and she is the woman who had captured most wanted bachelor in NY.” The screen cut to the various pictures of him with that actress. The same actress that I had seen on the day when I had googled him. He had said it was all fake, but now he just confirmed the news. My face scrunched up and my eyes started to glaze over with the tears. A sob caught in my throat as I threw the phone across the room.

"What's the matter? You're upset about getting fired and can't let it go? Why did you get all dressed up, huh? To put a can at the entrance so that we can toss you some spare change? "As for that gown and those accessories, which thrift store did you find them in? They look pretty legit." Fiona came barreling up the stage to grab my arm. "How dare you cause a scene here, you shameless old hag! Security! Where's security? Throw her out now!" I flung Fiona's hand off me and strode to the center of the stage. "Sasha Johnson," I said icily. The entire venue went silent. "You used AI's face-swapping technology to create deepfake videos and impersonate being the boss' girlfriend, throwing your wei

Bold headlines screamed at her: “CEO of Rocky’s Design Exposed as a Mistress—DNA Test Reveals Shocking Truth About Her Daughter!” Her heart skipped a beat. She scrolled down, reading the vile comments flooding every post. Words like “homewrecker,” “gold digger,” and “fraud” stabbed at her like daggers. The photos were there too—falsified images of her with Ryan, doctored to look like stolen moments of an affair. But it was the fake DNA report that shattered her completely.

As much as I admire Georgina and Liam for how much they helped both Alena and Jackson, Georgina can be way over the top, trying to control everything and causing more trouble than needed. “Like hell, it doesn’t. That is my best friend. She is like my sister, and I want to help.” Fine, she wants to help she can. I hand her a laptop. “Fine, go on all the porn websites you can find, anything like call girls, live sex websites, and check every video to see if even one has Alena in.” I wait; she looks at me, shocked. “Yes, that means seeing her naked with Jackson, but your best friend, so it shouldn’t bother you.”

Looking up, she is staring at me. “Roxy was amazing. She was new and was exactly like me. We both had our own fantasy, one that was the exact same. We didn't pay each other or the business for it.” Georgina's gasp makes me look at her. I don't understand why she is shocked. “You have used the business? You actually did something in one of those places?” She is looking at me like she is disgusted. I need to figure out what to say next. This isn't going to plan at all.

Georgina steadied herself and approached him with an air of confidence. "Good evening," she began, her voice warm and inviting. "You must’ve Mr Ricci if I’m not mistaken”. Mr. Ricci glanced at her, his initial surprise giving way to a polite smile. “Hello. Yes I am”. Georgina then said, “I'm Georgina Rossi. You are quite popular here. Just thought I should say hi you know”. Mr Ricci replied, “oh great”. Georgina could tell his mind was occupied with what he was doing on his phone and he wasn’t much of a talker. But if she had any shot of placing the listening device on him, she had to engage him.

Red-haired, freckles across her face, her arm draped around Sabrina’s shoulder like they were inseparable. And then, as I read the headline beneath the image, a cold chill instantly ran down my spine. FINTECH CEO’S ADOPTED DAUGHTER; GEORGINA PIERCE, ATTEMPTS TO BURN OWN FAMILY TO DEATH IN A FIRE SHE STARTED IN THEIR MANSION. My blood ran ice cold and I felt my fingers trembling slightly as I re-read the words. So this was the Georgina Pierce Julian wanted me to research? And she was also adopted by the Pierces, just like Sabrina?

It made my stomach flip. "Sit down, Scarlett," Marcus ordered. I sat on the long couch. A giant TV screen was on the wall. There were three people on the screen. They looked very serious and wore expensive suits. "Mr. Reed," the man in the middle of the screen said. "We’ve seen the footage. It’s a mess." "It’s a lie," Marcus said. He didn't even blink. "It’s a deepfake. Someone used AI to put my daughter’s face on a bad video to hurt my merger."

The laughter was laced with ridicule and derision, making me feel physically sick. I had no idea what was happening, but an ominous feeling crept into my heart. Thus, I followed the crowd to the lobby on the first floor. The moment I looked up, my eyes flew wide open. While I'd been trying to retrieve the surveillance footage, someone had used AI to create a pornographic deepfake video of me and displayed it on the giant screen outside the company building. An indecent woman with my face was seductively posing for everyone on the street. I felt a surge of rage shoot up, causing my temples to throb. A loud ringing filled my ears, and my mind went completely blank. With trembling hands, I open