Novel & Cerita Jenna Ortega Deep Fakes

“Excuse me? How dare you speak to me like—” I pulled out my phone, swiped to the video, and shoved it toward her face. The footage played on full volume, her unmistakable laugh, the way she pressed herself against Marcus Hale, one of my longest-serving board members, kissing him like a desperate slut in that hotel lobby. The way his hands roamed over her body near the elevator. Veda stared at the screen. For a second, she froze. Then she tried to recover. “That… that isn’t me,” she said quickly, her voice rising in pitch. “Calder, someone must have edited this. Deepfakes are everywhere these days. You can’t possibly believe—”

“What is it, Mr. Park? Can you decrypt it? Let us see what she’s trying to show the world.” Mr. Park nodded, typing furiously. “Give me a minute. I’m breaking the encryption now.” A few seconds later, the video loaded on the screen. Kayla and Liam leaned in, their breath catching in their throats. The video showed them in the office—Kayla sitting on Liam’s desk, their faces close together, laughing. It looked like a private moment, something intimate, something that should never have been seen by anyone else. But as Kayla watched, she realized something was wrong. The expressions on their faces were slightly off, the movements a little too stiff, the audio a little too clear. It wasn’t real.

I kept receiving business calls and canceling so many appointments, even the wedding planners wouldn’t stop calling for more details, Who am I to tell the world that my bride is missing? After about twenty minutes, the cop running the scan got up on his feet and whispered something to the other one handling the case. I watched in anticipation as they eventually turned towards Leila and I. “I am sorry Mr Davidson, I am afraid that….you were right, it definitely is a deep fake.” I thought I should feel relieved but instead I felt insanely terrified. If her captors could go as far as post such a video to cover up the truth, that tells it was no mere coincidence, Elsa was targeted, but why?

"What's the matter? You're upset about getting fired and can't let it go? Why did you get all dressed up, huh? To put a can at the entrance so that we can toss you some spare change? "As for that gown and those accessories, which thrift store did you find them in? They look pretty legit." Fiona came barreling up the stage to grab my arm. "How dare you cause a scene here, you shameless old hag! Security! Where's security? Throw her out now!" I flung Fiona's hand off me and strode to the center of the stage. "Sasha Johnson," I said icily. The entire venue went silent. "You used AI's face-swapping technology to create deepfake videos and impersonate being the boss' girlfriend, throwing your wei

Now, he had hit her in front of so many of his men. Daemon showed no sign of sympathy. Instead, his voice was ice. "Who gave you the nerve to send Scarlett those photos behind my back?" "Who gave you the nerve to provoke Madre Elena?" At his words, Gianna's tears stopped abruptly, and her face went deathly pale. It was true that Daemon had shown her special consideration, but that was out of a promise he'd made to her deceased father. As for the "intimate photos" Scarlett had seen, they were fakes Gianna had commissioned, created using AI deepfake technology.

another user pointed out. A fan account chimed in, "Sienna is a mother of two, a successful businesswoman. She's not a street fighter. This is obviously a smear campaign. #StandWithSienna." And finally, a tech-savvy user commented, "The angles and lighting in these videos look manipulated. DeepFakes are getting more advanced each day. Don't believe everything you see. #DeepFakeAlert." Despite the voices of dissent, the damage was done. The internet had latched onto the scandal, and Sienna's carefully crafted image was now tarnished in the eyes of many.

"That video proves nothing. It could have been faked. Deepfakes are common now. Audio manipulation? Cheap and easy. Do you really think we'll make corporate decisions based on a tech intern's PowerPoint show?" Jenna bristled. "I'm a digital forensics expert, not an intern." Lolita ignored her. "Anyone can be made to say anything these days. What we saw was a performance—crafted by two people who are sleeping together and desperate to take over the company." Every gaze swiveled toward Nicholas and me. She smiled like a woman throwing gasoline on an open flame. "If we're talking conflicts of interest, why don't we discuss how Regina's recent promotions align perfectly with her romantic involve

Idiot was going to flip his car if he didn't slow down. "Because you're whipped," Nikolai said bluntly, now fully focused on me instead of the race. "And you've been making drastic decisions for the past two days because you can't handle the fact that she hasn't reached out." "I haven't—" "You made what's-his-name—" Nikolai paused, pretending to think. "Ah yes, Andrew Cooper. The digital media specialist who created that deep fake of Olive. You made his wife divorce him. Filed a lawsuit that bankrupted him. Ensured he can never work in media again. He's been rendered completely useless. Pathetic man."

"Wow, Mr. Stanley, it’s an honor to be speaking with you. The video provided by my client, Alora, has been proven to be AI-generated after I ran several tests on it." He shared his screen, and the falsified video began to play. "Now, Mr. Stanley, as you see, the man walks into the room and approaches Alora, who is sitting on her bed. They appear to have a conversation, which leads to a passionate moment. But if you look closely, after the man leans in, Alora’s face is never shown again—only her hair and body are visible. You might think that’s normal, but there are inconsistencies."

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