Novel & Cerita James Charles Deepfake

All professional. And in the center, sitting in a chair, was James. Alive. Unharmed. Smiling. "Hello brother. Took you long enough." Nickey's stomach dropped. "James?" "Not exactly." James stood. Moved differently. Predatory. "James is alive. Safe. For now. But I borrowed his phone. His face. Thanks to some impressive deepfake technology." He stepped into the light. "You can call me Marcus. Your other brother. The one your parents threw away."

Charles looks at me with wide eyes. “What?” “You never cease to amaze me, James, that’s the most insightful thing you’ve said in years. That woman really did humble you,” I roll my eyes, “Not everything is about that woman Dante, I’m just being a good friend.” “Yeah, yeah. I hear you Xander, but I just wish he would have called and told me,” “I know but I am sure he has a reasonable explanation,” Charles pretends to gag and laughs, “Gosh, you are being nice is weird.”

The bed shook as he rolled over on the mattress to grab his phone from the table. “It’s James.” James is a warlock from my coven. During Lillian’s reign he had protested her rule and her way of doing things, he even called her out on a few of her lies. As a consequence, he had to flee to the states because there had been too many attempts on his life. Now he was under our employ, as the Chief Executive Officer of our foundation.

"I just saw what happened. Is Serena..." "She's devastated," I cut him off. "And I need your help." There was a pause. "My help?" Dave asked carefully. "Someone created sophisticated deepfakes to frame Serena," I said, forcing myself to stay professional. "Photos, videos, financial documents. All fake, but convincing. I need someone who understands the technology to help prove they're fabricated." "Of course," Dave said immediately. "I'll help in any way I can. What do you need me to do?"

*** JAMES “You’ve completely lost your fucking marbles, mate,” Charlie moped sauce from his mouth with a napkin. He gaped at me like I had asked him to kill the queen. “I can’t abduct…” he lowered his voice as he leaned closer to me across the table, “can’t kidnap your dad.” I grinned at him. “You say it like it’s a bad thing. I only want you to detain him for a few days, not go all Primal Fear on his ass.”

James asked, slurring. “What are you talking about?” I snapped at him. He slid his phone across the table, and sure enough, there was a photo of Julia at a dimly lit restaurant, smiling softly, a glass of red wine in her hand. And sitting across from her was none other than that asshole, Charles. “You know this man?” I sneered at James. “Sure,” James shrugged. “We met during college. He’s not, like, a close friend or anything. But I know him, yeah.”

The boardroom lingered in whispers, with several members trying to rationalize what they’d just witnessed. "I'm sure someone’s playing a trick on Mr. Ferguson," one man muttered. "Even if he had those issues, he’d never rely on fraudulent sources. He has the money for the best, most discreet treatment." Another agreed, “Yes, yes, exactly.” But Charles sat back with a smirk, clearly entertained. James’s jaw clenched as he tried to shake off the embarrassment, steeling himself to continue. "Back to the presentation," he said, resuming as if nothing had happened.

He displayed the image of the alleged kiss, then the technical breakdown: the pixel anomalies, the audio track being a separate overlay, and the metadata showing the file was rendered by sophisticated software, not captured by a camera. Victoria gasped, a small, sharp intake of breath. “That’s impossible! This is a manufactured defense!” “It is scientifically verifiable fact, Victoria,” I contradicted. “The video is a deepfake. Elara Vance was innocent of any adultery. She was trapped in a lie built to exploit my well-known paranoia regarding betrayal.” Arthur’s face was turning crimson. “A deepfake? Are you saying my own niece fabricated evidence to interfere with your marriage?” “I am sayi

"She probably sees more honesty in me, than she had ever saw in you, over all the years you spent together," James gasped, then let out a dark chuckle. "Oh, is that what you think?" James asked, still chuckling bitterly. "You know nothing about me, and I'm sure your puny brain isn't capable of understanding me!" He spat, the insult biting. James loosened his fists and smoothened his collar. He buttoned his shirt back up, refusing to look distressed in front of Charles. He had to maintain his dignity. Understanding his actions, Charles scoffed.

"In fact, I want to see the will." "I don't have it here." Mr. James protested, but I could see that he was lying. I’d always been a very good judge of character, so I easily knew when a person was lying. Charles took after this man in that aspect, in that it was easy to know when they were lying, which was why I was perplexed when Mr. James claimed that he did not intentionally abandon us, and looked like he was telling the truth.