Jenna Fischer Fake Nude นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Wait... what is happening?" "Is there another side to this story?" "Why would so many powerful Alphas lie for her?" Jenna's face went white. She fumbled for the crystal, her hands shaking. "Am I the one who is lying? Look, everyone! The proof is right here!" She activated the crystal, and the "intimate" scenes played out again. "See?" she pointed at the vision. "She was clearly having improper relations with these Alphas!" The Alphas who had defended me looked at the vision, their faces growing complicated.

As Zander spoke, he pulled out his phone and handed it to me with his chin raised smugly. The moment I saw the screen, the blood in my body froze. They had taken that single selfie of mine and used AI to generate dozens of pornographic images. Every one of them was explicit. The men facing me were all blurred out, but I was completely naked. Even my name was written right beside the images! "You're insane. This is a serious crime!" I exclaimed. "What crime? That's your face, right? Jolene is your name, right? Which part of this is fake? How can posting true facts be categorized as a crime?" Zander sneered.

Allow me to introduce myself, I am Jenni March, I am 18 years old, daughter of Rick and Rose, The Alpha and Luna of Crystal Forrest, a community nestled next to a quiet town in Southern Tennessee. I have lived here all my life and it is the most beautiful and charming place. Between the hills, and the creeks and rivers, its pure bliss.

I didn't include the pictures of the young girls' photos he had, but I made sure to include that he was also evolved in child pornography and child endangerment. "Don't believe the video, it's all lies and made-up story to defame Cameron." Jenna cried from where she was still standing on the stairs. The room was silent, and all you could see were eyes looking around. "It's all lies!" Jenna yelled. "If it were lies, then why hasn't Cameron said anything? He is always talking, so why is he so quiet now?" Someone said. "Because it is a lie, he is innoc-" "Shut up, girl, unless you were working with him." Someone else said.

"I had to ask them to leave. I don't need that sort of crap in my club. Believe me, I've seen far too much of Ryan and Kathy." "Did the woman look like she was under Ryan's command?" "Oh, no, she was totally into him." "Do you think you might recognize the woman if I showed you some photos." Jenna frowned, shaking her head. "It was a while ago, maybe a month, I don't know. All I can say for sure is that she was aboriginal. I did my best to avoid them that night, so I didn't get a good look at her." "Could you fake-hire me for a few days while I check them out? While I'm at it, I'll try to find out what happened to your money. I could start tonight."

Judging by the movements in the bed, the two behind the wall have woken Isaac. "Is that Jenna moaning?" I hear his sleepy voice from the darkness. "Who would have thought?" My hands clenched into fists and I took a step toward the door, intending to put an end to this pornographic performance. I don't care at this moment that I'll see Jenna and the guy naked because it can't be worse than the images my imagination has painted. That's what I think until I hear a muffled, half-sob, half-moan: "Please...please... Jaden, I can't."

I'm fucking shocked right now. He grabs the folder angrily and opens it with a huff. When he sees what it is, his face falls and he quickly sets it down. It's true. This is fucking true. Everything that I saw was fucking true. All of those girls that had messaged him on that website were just trying to get paid. My fucking girlfriend is being paid to date me. This is fake. All of this is fucking fake.

He saw me as nothing but an obstacle to his true love, desperate to be free of me. His friends immediately offered suggestions. Until one proposed an idea that had everyone eagerly anticipating the outcome. "I've got the perfect plan—Travis, you fake your death at the wedding. We'll livestream it and watch her break down completely, crying her eyes out!" After saying this, the person seemed to realize they'd gone too far and stopped talking.

To a scandal, to a plot, a blurred silhouette. So I reopen my computer. I search. An archive, an email, an exchange of documents. Proof that the so-called "note" they brandish is a fake, a montage, a fiction intended to break me. I know who started it. I know what Cassandre wants. And I have no intention of defending myself halfway. If I fall, it will be with my eyes open but not on my knees. My phone rings, it's Daniel. I do not answer, not yet.

Florence took a deep breath and put on her best fake smile. “What is it this time, Emma? Are you going to tell me that he has a hidden family in Thailand or that he has a secret son? These gossips are ridiculous, I don’t even know why you even listen to them,” Florence rolled her eyes and mimicked her friend’s pose. “No?” Emma sounded offended. “And I don’t believe these gossips either, it’s just fun to share them with you. Who would I talk to about this? Anyway, this is the real deal, came from an official source.”