Jenna Ortega Deep Fakes Novels & Stories

"The doctor said my legs healed ages ago? Hah. As long as I don't stand up, he's just my dog. If I tell him to bite, he bites." A collective gasp swept through the room. At the head table, the Thorne family elders turned iron-gray, their canes slamming against the floor in fury. Julian stood frozen. He turned his head mechanically to look at Seraphina in her wheelchair. Seraphina's face was white as a sheet. "No... that's not me... It's a deepfake! Elara framed me!" She waved her hands frantically, trying to block everyone's view, forgetting she was in a wheelchair. Her violent movements nearly tipped her over.

"How can you possibly accuse me of tearing the family apart? It is Luna! She is the one destroying us!" "You do not need to show me your fabricated video. I already watched it on Marcus's phone last night." "It is not fabricated! An anonymous source sold it to me! It is authentic evidence!" Stella screams. "Get out. I have a company to run," Nathan commands, instantly retracting his gaze. He had personally forwarded that very video to the most authoritative, highly classified digital forensics laboratory in the country last night. The official diagnostic report confirmed that both the visual rendering and the audio track were incredibly sophisticated, AI-generated deepfakes.

Her shaky hand took the phone from me as she scrolled. I allowed her to have a moment of scrolling through to see the Allens’ shamelessness. Tears brimmed in the corners of her eyes. She shot her head up at me and shook it. "Impossible," she whispered. “You are wise, Freya; I hope you know when to stop acting the puppet for these people and begin to live your life. Allen was ready to kick you to the curb as soon as he could. He wanted to come to me.” “I am only here today to set the record straight. The video is an AI deepfake. I hope you can keep him in check."

She looked directly at the camera and smiled. Then the video ended. Elma’s stomach dropped to her feet. It wasn’t her. It couldn’t be her. But it was her face. Her voice, when she whispered “Done” at the end. Deepfake. It had to be. But who would believe her? The timestamp matched. The access logs would match. Ademola had been Head of Risk. He had access to everything. Her phone buzzed again. _Nathan: Still on for tomorrow? I’m looking forward to 6 PM._

I spat venomously, eliciting a sarcastic laugh from him. He walked over to my side and stood there, towering above me. “With the resources I have, I can make it seem like you have been sleeping with him for a while now. You saw the neat trick I pulled with the texts and video. I can use deepfake to make rather nasty pictures of the two of you in compromising positions. And nobody would have a problem believing me, I am after all the backstabbed ex-husband,” he voiced in a quivering tone.

Jenna said with a sweet smile, she was already imagining that she would be paid 50 times from the rent bill of her room! Adam snorted sarcastically, then slipped his passport back into his coat pocket. "Is Jenna even your real name? Or is it just your fake name?" Adam asked with a flat face. Annoyed, Jenna pulled out her passport, then showed it sticky to Adam's face. "Read here! Jenna Johnson!" Jenna scolded irritably. Jenna wanted to continue her scolding, but Adam was saved by the arrival of the metro which would take them to Sloterdijk Station.

"I heard that lady doctor has a smoking hot body, so you'll never know." To root it all out once and for all, I decided to go on the offensive. I compiled all the evidence—the forensic comparison report proving the video was a deepfake, the official police statement, Kelvin's redacted medical records for his gender reassignment, and the recording of Patrick's extortion attempt. Then, I registered a Facebook account under my real name and posted a long article titled, "The Story of How My Cousin Brought Home a Transgender Fugitive Girlfriend and Used an AI-Generated Revenge Porn Video to Try to Extort Three Apartments From Me".

She whipped her head around to look at me. I chuckled coldly, fed up with her sheer stupidity. She truly deserved whatever happened to her. At that moment, Sarah finally regained her composure and pointed a finger at me. "I can prove this video is fake! Ever since university, Jonathan has been jealous of Lenard. More than once, he's told me he wants to utterly destroy Lenard. I never thought he would be so obsessed that he'd go as far as to create a deepfake." She paused, putting on a heartbroken expression. "In truth, Jonathan and I are the ones in that video. He just edited Lenard's voice in afterward. That's exactly the sort of thing he's an expert at, isn't it?"

She continued, "Jason is an outsider to the Hale's, he doesn't have a single blood relative who actually wants to see him happy or successful. I think there are far more fearsome members of the Hale family, Marcus is the least of your worries." Worse? How could anyone be worse than that freak stalker? Samantha's attention snapped back to the tablet as it buzzed with a new notification. A headline rose to the top of her feed, pinned and trending: BREAKING: AI EXPERT CLAIMS SAMANTHA TORRES DOESN'T EXIST – VOICE PATTERN ANALYSIS SUGGESTS DEEPFAKE. Samantha pressed her fist against her mouth to keep herself from laughing like a madwoman. They thought she was AI? What the actual fuck?

The short humorless kind that meant he found something more offensive than funny. I wasn't smiling. He noticed that and stopped. "You're serious," he said. "I'm always serious before eight in the morning." "Xena." He pulled his other earphone out fully and tucked them into his pocket. "You kidnapped my fiancée. There's video evidence. The entire city—" "The video was fabricated." "The video—" "Was fabricated Adrian." I said it slowly like the pace would help. "Deepfake. AI generated. Your team commissioned it from a production company and I have the metadata to prove it."