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His mask had slipped, revealing the real him. “You’re fake,” I whispered, feeling a mix of anger and relief. “You’re a total fraud.” The man laughed nervously and took a step back. “Don’t be silly, Natalia. You can’t believe everything you see on the internet. That guy in the video… he’s the fake one. He’s an AI deepfake that your husband’s company put together in ten minutes to cover up the scandal. I’m the real Damian Vance.” I glanced at the man’s face and then at his hands.

Thea turned around and wanted to leave. Hellen immediately ranted, “Thea, don’t be ungrateful. Do you know who I am? I’m the best manager in Sol. I have unimaginable influence. Believe it or not, a video of you and Kian in bed will spread all over the country tomorrow morning.” Hellen began to threaten. Thea turned around with a frown and asked, “What do you want?” Hellen continued to threaten, “Don’t you know there is a technology called deepfake? I can easily use a video of Kian making out with someone else and use technology to put your face in it. Can you imagine what big news that would be?”

The phone vibrated in my hand and I almost threw it away at the sight of the next picture that came in. It was a picture of Jenna with a dildo, she was putting on red lingerie that seemed to have torn and her pussy was directly in the camera with the dildo inside. ‘Remember this lingerie? You got it for me and you ripped it off by yourself, I miss you so much daddy.’ Another text read followed by a GIF of Jenna having an orgasm. I had no idea what to think anymore, no idea what to do because clearly Nikolai also enjoyed this. He could have blocked her, he could have done something to stop her from blowing up his phone like this but he did nothing.

Rafael: Care to explain, Santiago? Valentina: Is there an explanation? Someone tied the knot! Mateo: Looks like a deepfake. Has to be AI. Lucas: No, look at the shadow. It’s real. Valentina, where did you get this? Valentina: It’s all over the dark web. And the gossip blogs. She dropped a link. SANTIAGO RIVERA OFF THE MARKET. AND THE DEVIL OF CORAL GABLES GOT HIM. The comments were worse.

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Jenna thrashed in restraints, drool pooling beneath her. “Hold it!” He roared, pulling out to slap her clit with his cockhead. Then, electro-pads: sticky electrodes on her nipples, inner thighs, clit hood. He flicked the switch, zaps of current pulsing in rhythm with the plug. Jenna convulsed, every nerve electrified, on the razor’s edge.

That deadly, damned huntress! "Get out of my head!" I opened my fangs angrily and roared into the air, only to find that my body was getting hotter and hotter, and my heart was becoming unbearably itchy! I remembered there was some porn stuff on my computer. Jenna had downloaded them before, and she said it would do little help to our sex just by flirting! Poor Jenna! No! Poor me! Now I could only masturbate through those porn thing! My gun was getting ready, waiting for my loading bullets...At this time, those women's faces in the porn movies all changed! They all turned out to be...

"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."

Victor was at the control panel, furiously typing. “You won’t hold them,” she called out. “I just need sixty more seconds,” he replied without looking up. “You want the world to know the truth? I’m uploading the original source files. You’ll need them.” An explosion rocked the floor beneath them. Metal screeched. Lights flickered. And then the main screen flickered to life one last time. The deepfake Elena reappeared – bloodied, smiling, eyes shining with eerie calm. She looked directly at the camera as if she could see them.

Richard said. Next, I called Daniel, my head of security. "Any updates on the investigation?" I asked. "We're still analyzing the security footage from the hotel," Daniel said. "But we've confirmed that the files were uploaded from Victoria Wellington's hotel room. We also tracked down the tech expert who created the deepfakes. He's a freelancer based in Eastern Europe. He won't give us Victoria's real identity, but he confirmed she paid him $150,000 for the work." "Keep digging," I said. "I want to know who's funding her. She doesn't have that kind of money."