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“Which brings me to the contingency. If the morality clause fails, we need another way to destroy the marriage before the board validates it. Something so damaging that even Devon’s legal team can’t spin it. Something that makes Anya look not just like a fraud, but like a woman of such low character that no board member would ever accept her as a Vance.” “What kind of something?” A pause. The tap of the cane, slow and deliberate. “There’s a man in the city who specializes in digital fabrication. Deepfakes. Convincing ones. For a f*e, he can create a video of Anya—engaging in certain acts—with an actor who resembles her enough to fool facial recognition. We release it anonymously the night be

Georgina These past three days has driven me into a state of loss, I'm a thin line away from losing my fucking mind, just when I thought I've finally escaped from this hoodlum that has been restored money from me, he came again with videos upon videos upon videos and just in three fucking days I've emptied my bank account, I have nothing on me anymore, I'm going crazy, I'm fucking loosing it and these God damn fool is still requesting for another money today,

They were disappointed at me for keeping it a secret from them that Georgina, the stupid bitch, was getting married to none other than Marvin Hart today. They added that it was all over the news. I didn't want to believe them, at first. But, after hanging up the call, I checked my social media account and discovered that it was the truth. Marvin Hart and Georgina Hale are getting married today. “This can't be happening! How can someone like her get married to someone like him?!”. I left my bedroom in a hurry, and stormed into my parent's bedroom that was next to mine. “Dad, Mom!”. I called them, before I went and stood by their bed.

Tall, slow and wrapped in shadows. Leo leaned closer. His breath caught in his throat. “No,” he whispered. “That’s not…” The figure stepped forward. Alive. Walking. Smiling like the devil. Don Emilio. Leo stumbled back like he’d been shot. “This… this is fake,” he said. “It’s CGI. Deepfake. Some trick…” But then the old man spoke on screen. “Hello, my son.” Alina didn’t blink. Leo looked at her. “You knew?” She shook her head, jaw clenched. “I suspected. But seeing it…”

A deepfake video appeared across Santiago’s feeds—Sophia herself, standing in a dim warehouse, apparently admitting that EmberRoots was “a test run for foreign influence.” The lighting, voice cadence, and even subtle gestures were near-perfect. Raven played it twice, then shut the laptop with more force than necessary. “This isn’t amateur work. They’ve been studying you.” Valeria’s jaw tightened. “Some will believe it. Enough to fracture the gathering.” Sophia looked out the window, watching a bus pass with a mural of a Mapuche elder on its side. “Then we won’t chase the lie. We’ll replace it with something bigger than me.”

“Elena was just talking about how Daya would sleep with any man. But now, videos like these are being played. It’s far more believable than her making those claims.” Right then, Boris Hansen, Star Entertainment’s CEO, led a group of people hurriedly into the media conference venue. Boris picked up the microphone and started speaking. “My fellow media personnel and members of the audience. I am Star Entertainment’s CEO, Boris Hansen. On behalf of our company, I would like to express my sincerest apologies for what happened to Daya Stoermer. Those things on the internet are all rumors made up by this woman, Elena Steves.” “The leaked video online had also been forged using deepfake AI technolo

"Madison is... convenient. Beautiful, connected. But she's not you." I felt my skin crawl. "I'm not interested. I have Roy and Ryan. That's not changing." He sipped his wine, watching me over the rim. "That's the problem," he said softly. "They stand in the way." I started to stand. He slid his phone across the table. I froze. Photos. Me—naked, in compromising positions that never happened. Deepfakes. Good ones. Convincing enough to fool anyone who didn't know better.

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."

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Now, he had hit her in front of so many of his men. Daemon showed no sign of sympathy. Instead, his voice was ice. "Who gave you the nerve to send Scarlett those photos behind my back?" "Who gave you the nerve to provoke Madre Elena?" At his words, Gianna's tears stopped abruptly, and her face went deathly pale. It was true that Daemon had shown her special consideration, but that was out of a promise he'd made to her deceased father. As for the "intimate photos" Scarlett had seen, they were fakes Gianna had commissioned, created using AI deepfake technology.