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"I requested a favor from everyone I could think of." Nina frowned, sensing there was more to the story. "And the rest of the money? The full hundred million? How did you get that?" Henry hesitated for a moment before meeting her gaze. "We added fake money to the real amount," he admitted. "Olivia suggested it since there was no more money coming our way. We mixed in about thirty million in fake bills." Nina's eyes widened in shock. "Fake money? Henry, what if Marcus finds out? What if he realizes we've tricked him? He could come after us again, or do something worse..."

“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.”

she said and turned on her camera. She scrambled through her scattered things and took her tripod and put her phone on it. She turned on her live video and sure the viewers were seeing her red bulging eyes. Soon people were joining the live stream so she waved and began to put on a show. “There was an incident a few days ago which I’d love to address…” she sniffed and wiped her tears with some tissues “So Cole as you know him is a fake, he’s all nice on camera and all but he’s a terrible person in real life… I know this because I’ve known him for a very long time we go way back”

I couldn't believe something bad happened to her, she obviously was doing this for attention. We got into an argument and she got upset, so she left. It was a total stunt, she just wanted people to give her more attention than she already gets. It was all a hoax. News channels, billboard signs, flyers; everything was used to try to find Hailee, but it was no use. I was sitting in my room thinking about how crazy this was until my phone rang, "Hello?" "It's Tyler, can we talk?" "Sure, do you wanna meet somewhere."

She opens her eyes only to see her mother-in-law standing in front of her with phone in hand taking pictures of her naked body. She wanted to scream, but her mouth was dry, and her voice came out raspy, "What are you doing?" She inquired. Lani smirked, "Not so feisty now are we Hannah? I will upload these photos of you over the internet." She remarks. Hannah laughs. "What's funny? Aren't you ashamed that people will see you naked? Won't that be degrading, or you are such a low-class prostitute that you don't even care?" Lani says mockingly.

“It looks exactly like something you planned.” “Listen to me.” “No,” Yumi snapped. “You don’t get to tell me what to do anymore.” “I didn’t sleep with her.” Thalia froze. “After what she showed me?” Yumi said. “You expect me to believe that?” “The photo was fake.” “She was wearing your shirt, Nikolai.” “AI can fake details now. Even fabric.” Silence filled the line. “You denied me,” Yumi whispered. “On television.” “I denied a story,” he said. “Not you.”

KIMBERLY ~•~ Jackson blinked again. “Are we supposed to ignore what I just saw?” I stared at him blankly. “Someone is trying to blackmail you with your unclad pictures!” “They’re not mine. It’s not a big deal. Continue.” “What do you mean?” I sighed, hating that something as silly as that was running the mood. “They are fake. They’re edited. I have never taken a picture nude. I barely even take regular pictures.”

Brad and Lisa did not intend to leave her alone with a made woman. "Oh dear! How are you?" Athena who was unaware of the fact that her facade was exposed, "Stay away from her." Lisa was quick and stopped Athena before she could hug Cele. She did not want this woman, close to Cele. "Who are you to stop me?" Athena furrowed her brows. A slut dared to stop her. She gritted her teeth but before she could raise her hand, her eyes spotted Brad who just happened to enter with some supplements and food. Athena faked a pity face and tears brewed in her eyes instantly.

He swipes something, then holds the screen in front of me like a trophy. I snatch it. And everything inside me stops. The headline blares back at me, cruel and taunting: “Billionaire Heir Nathaniel Hales Confirmed Dead in Yacht Explosion.” I can’t breathe. My eyes scan the article, desperate, clinging to disbelief, until I see it. A photo. Blurry. But the body… the burnt body in the corner… He was wearing the same clothes Nate was wearing and the watch too! “No.” My voice breaks. “No, no, no, no, no! this is fake. You made this. I saw him. I saw him, he was he was okay—”

The detective clenched his fists tightly, sweating profusely, "But she didn't settle down there." "Those photos I sent you later, of Mrs. Halen feeding pigeons by the Seine and drinking coffee on the Champs-Élysées... actually, they were all synthesized later using AI technology." Killian's blood coagulated, his ears buzzing. Those photos he had stroked countless times, the solace that supported him through the long nights, the evidence that made him think I was still safe and sound. Were actually all fake? "So, where is Halen now?"