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He hadn't been married before, and even though everything was a ruse, he knew enough to know that someone like Gina could ruin everything one day and damn the consequences. So as Henry looked in the mirror, he tried to convince himself that pacifying Gina was the reason they were going out on a date. He had a strong urge to inform his chief guard to take them pictures, but just before he stepped out, he shook his head and continued to wait. It wouldn't end well if she realized he was still using it to take pictures and post for the media. Henry himself knew that the portraits would be enough, and he read somewhere that sometimes, less is more. If he continued to post pictures of them, people

She continued, "I knew it couldn't be fake since Harvey got them directly from Mistveil Peak. It's perfectly normal for Dad to faint. His body was just too weak for such powerful medicine!" Irene's analysis was met with a cold laugh from Cedric. He mocked, "You foolish woman, your ignorance knows no bounds. What he had was nothing more than a common supplement pill, yet you dare call it a medicinal pill? You're all too ignorant—I won't even waste my energy explaining!" Irene trembled from the repeated humiliation. If there had been a hole in the ground, she would have gladly crawled into it. Leroy stammered, "H-Harvey, looks like you were scammed. Even Dr. Aicker says the pill was fake!"

Nothing puts me in a worse mood than baked-on sardine explosions. The overhead lights, which are on a dimmer switch, catch in the rich mahogany waves of Leon’s hair as he leans forward in his seat, revealing the slightly reddish undertones I never knew were there before. He has perfect hair. Literally. It’s never out of place and so thick and healthy. I bet he uses really expensive, yummy smelling shampoo. And soap.Oh god, Leon in the shower. Oh god, his hair in the shower. Oh god, his hair all the time.I’d give my left nut just to tousle it once. Ha. That is, if I had nuts. I always did like that saying.

"If you don't believe me, then I'll show you." He opened a live surveillance feed. On the screen, Harvey sat at a desk while an instructor spoke endlessly at the front of the room. "See?" Xavier said with a smile. "Can you relax now?" Cassandra finally let out a breath of relief. What she didn't notice was the brief distortion that rippled across the video just before it closed. Harvey's face wasn't real at all. It was AI-generated. … "Something floating in your vision could be eye floaters," the doctor said, flipping through Cassandra's medical report with a frown. "But your test results look normal. Can you describe exactly what you've been seeing?"

On his way out, he crossed paths with Nathan’s computer guy, who was on his way in. “What’s up?” Nathan asked. “I didn’t expect to see you here….” **** Nathan’s computer guy’s name was Randy Shortly, and when he walked into Richard’s room, he had a huge grin on his face. He looked at Nathan and said, “Guess what, boss?” “Just tell me,” Nathan replied. Randy: “The video is a fake. The brutality is all CGI.” When Nathan heard this, he hugged Crystal and said, “Well, that is a relief!”

I snatched the tablet from her hands, and there it was, glaring back at me was a bold headline, ‘International model, Ari, ‘strikes’ again.’ Below it was a thumbnail; I pressed play and dropped the tablet when I saw the content. It was Derek and me at the beach, naked, having sex. The clip was short, but it didn't need context; it was clear. My fake sex tape is on the internet! Good Gods! “This…..this isn't real.” I stuttered, looking at Stella. “I know,” She said quietly. “But the world doesn't."

"Look at him. Sitting in your chair. Wearing your favorite watch. He didn't even change the carpet." Rafferty’s face filled the screen. He looked polished. Untouchable. He sat across from a high-profile news anchor, the black smartphone resting on his knee like a weapon. The mechanical, synthesized voice droned through the cheap speakers of the room. "Raffy’s a fake," Cane hissed, his jaw creaking as he ground his teeth. He gripped the edge of the table until his knuckles turned a bloodless white. "That voice. That whole 'mute victim' routine. It’s a stage play. He’s using the synthesizer to hide the fact that he has nothing to say. No vision. No balls."

“Or what? What are you going to do, huh?” He cranks his neck. “Don’t get on the wrong side of me, Serena. I swear.” I laugh again. “Don’t threaten me, Henry. Here is how it is going to go. The woman you paid to try to seduce Conall, you are going to call off your stupid, childish plan. It won’t work. Conall is a good man. A real man, unlike you. If you don’t, I promise, I won’t only show Felicity these photos, I will sell them to the media and show how not so perfect you are.”

He had been given a private room due to his fame. He was sleeping gently and Bethany sat next to his bed and Ivy sat on the other side. His arm was simply bandaged and Ivy hoped it wasn't going to be more than that, because Bethany had been so impatient to hear what the doctor had to say. A stiff silence reigned in the room until Bethany sighed. "The rumors. I want the truth. Is he having an affair with you?" She asked looking at Alexander. "He's not. It's all fake. The photos were photoshopped. Alexander himself proved that with a reporter. I don't know what they've told you but it's not true." Ivy said and she nodded.

Well at least I watched the TV series on Netflix. I am not gay to say this, but Henry Cavill, mm-mh! He is a hot one, the best real life Geralt that no one can surpass. Without wasting more time, I d******d a photo of Henry Cavill as Geralt of Rivia and upload it to be my profile picture. Then, I start my plan right away. I search Jamie up on F******k, an account with no profile picture named JL Peyton pops up. Everybody knows Jamie is low profile, he never let anyone take his picture, so I surely expected a F******k account without a profile picture.