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His mask had slipped, revealing the real him. “You’re fake,” I whispered, feeling a mix of anger and relief. “You’re a total fraud.” The man laughed nervously and took a step back. “Don’t be silly, Natalia. You can’t believe everything you see on the internet. That guy in the video… he’s the fake one. He’s an AI deepfake that your husband’s company put together in ten minutes to cover up the scandal. I’m the real Damian Vance.” I glanced at the man’s face and then at his hands.

She paused in the middle of a long speech about how Draven and Alpha Caleb had totally ignored her for the past few days and discussed business with each other instead, “you honestly seem a bit pale.” I smiled at Draven as he handed me a plate of steak he had cut into bite sized pieces. “I’m fine Cassandra, thank you. It’s probably because I’ve been staying in.” By the time I turned back to Cassandra, her smile which had been bright merely seconds before, had twisted and turned dark. I watched as she stabbed into her steak with her fork as if she wished to kill it a second time. “You know, Luna,” She said as she brought her fork to her lips, her eyes trained on me like that of a viper, “ther

And before she stop herself, words were already out, "But the tabloids_" Damien cut her off, "I know what type of information Tabloids give away about me. They call me as a billionaire playboy of Rock castle, one month prince, having an affair with some celebrity, announcer, and all every month." They would have been through another moment of argument already but as Nathaniel's voice buzzed in his mind, Damien tried not to lose his temper with her given their condition. His voice turned soft as he replied, "Eden, you have to trust me on this. You can't tell me you believe every crap they say about me. Not at least after seeing my life revolving around my work, around my office."

Kyle stepped forward, sensing the tension in Arden’s voice. He looked at Arden’s phone, his eyes widening. “What the fuck?” he said loudly, taking the phone from Arden to be sure of what he was seeing. He replayed the CCTV footage, and the same scene appeared. Kyle lifted his head and looked at Arden. “It’s a fake pregnancy,” he said. “She’s wearing a silicone baby bump.” They rewound the footage again and watched Jewel carefully as she put on the silicone belly.

What appeared on the screen was completely different from the trending clip that had caused so much uproar online. Thomas Gray's eyes darkened. "How can we be sure this is real? Technology today anyone can fake anything." I had expected this. I shot a look at Carl. In seconds, he made a call. Moments later, a well known computer technologist from Seafield walked into the hall. Everyone knew his reputation. "I can confirm that the video trending online has been altered," the man said. "Catherine's video is genuine. The rest is fabricated." The room went silent. Shock rippled across every face. Ryan in particular stared, dumbfounded, still holding the ring box.

“Since your curiosity has gotten the better of you, I’ll come clean. It’s just props. For a movie.” “A movie?” The relief is instantaneous, a weight lifting from my shoulders. “Yes, love. I have… other interests, besides my investments. I’m part of a production crew. All that you saw? Fake. Not real human parts.” He shudders dramatically. “What kind of a sadistic fuck do you think I am, keeping souvenirs like that?” My cheeks flush with embarrassment. Kira, however, remains unconvinced. "Don’t be an idiot, Tamsin. Props? Really? You could literally smell the preservation chemicals!"

And below a bunch of nonsense words—Fabricated, Lily knew—were pictures. Not one, not two, but nearly ten pictures. And she was naked in each of them, accompanying different men in wild positions that she'd never tried in life. The men's faces were blurred out, but her face and body was left wide open for the best view. Scanning it, the images, Lily felt her brows draw tighter, confusion washing over her. But it only lasted for a few seconds, before realization settled in. It was fake. All of this fucking pictures, were fake!

“Tomorrow, she’ll go to sell that data. We’ll follow her to her buyers. There, we’ll capture all of them and prosecute them for their crimes.” I knew that the data she had was fake. Henry’s “knights” had spent the last ten hours creating hundreds of documents that had absolutely no information but looked like they did. Everything she had was made up. It wouldn’t be worth a dime, but she would try and sell it tomorrow anyway. “You aren’t guilty of anything,” Henry said. “I made public the photo she has that you took. It’s public information now. She can’t use it against you. You don’t have to worry.” He gave me a gentle squeeze.

I couldn’t answer because nothing made sense anymore. My throat tightened painfully. “But…” I whispered weakly. “He’s here.” “No, he is not here.” “He answered me.” “You wanted him to.” “That’s not true.” “You have convinced yourself of this fantasy so deeply that now every coincidence becomes evidence.” “It’s not coincidence.” “Then explain the photographs.” I looked back down at the screen again and my breathing became uneven. How? How was this possible? Unless Valecourt staged it. Unless the images were fake. The thoughts sounded insane even inside my own head and Henry saw it too. I could tell from the way his expression changed slightly.

It was all lace, see-through, with tiny shorts that showed the bottom of my butt, and the top was a lace camisole with cups that barely covered my full breasts. "Damn, Samantha! You're driving me crazy!" Henry got back on his knees on the bed, and I could see the growing bulge in his underwear. "I want to see the back." "But I haven't seen your back," I teased. Henry got off the bed and out of the camera's focus, turned the device toward a leather armchair, and when he reappeared on camera, he was facing away and completely naked. I wanted to squeeze that butt. He turned around slowly and faced me.