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everyone began asking, their voices overlapping. “What’s going on?” Jake bellowed, his gaze locking onto Kiera. “What’s going on is that this whore has been cheating on me—with your goddamn son!” He held up his phone, shaking it in anger. “Take a look at this!” Gasps filled the room as he played the incriminating video. “Oh my God,” I whispered, stepping forward. “I told you, Jake. She wasn’t a good girl.” “This is ridiculous!” Kiera snapped, her face pale. “There’s no way that video is real! My son would never do such a thing. It’s fake—it’s AI-edited!”

Ethan faced the crowd, his expression calm but fierce. “Good evening,” he began. “I’ve been accused of betrayal. The video circulating online claims to show me being unfaithful to my wife. Tonight, I’m here not only to deny those lies—but to expose the people behind them.” He paused, scanning the faces in front of him. “My team has verified that the footage is fake—digitally altered by Vera Kane, a former employee terminated for fraud, and her accomplice, Jenna Cross. Both are under federal investigation as of this moment. Evidence of their manipulation has been submitted to authorities.”

She holds up the letter in her hand. “A letter? Why didn’t you mind-link?” Ah, yes. Let’s see you get out of this one, fake Gianna. “Rogue!” Jenna yells before fake Gianna can say anything. Jenna’s eyes are suddenly white over; wind flows through her white hair and around her ankles. “Jenna, what are you talking about?” Orrin yells over the sound of the wind. Fake Gianna’s eyes are wide in shock. She tries to move, but she’s stuck to the spot in which she’s standing.

He wouldn't risk our fingers touching, not with the stakes this high. ​"You have to do it, Jane," he commanded, his rough voice sending a shiver straight down my spine. "Take the back service stairs from your wing. Find the primary blue terminal rack and plug this in. It will inject a corrupted data packet into the video file, altering the digital signature so the system misreads it as an AI deepfake. It will give Leo the exact proof he thinks he’s looking for." ​I stepped forward, snatching the cold metal drive off the desk. "What about Victoria? If she catches 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?"

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.

"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

The file was titled “The Truth About Zara Milli Lane.” It was a deep fake—her face, a fake arrest, audio files distorted to sound like her threatening a judge. She sat in stunned silence. Then, a second file. A photo. Juliette. With her father. Alive. The caption? “What happens when your savior is also your enemy?”

Seraphina screamed hysterically, "T-That's fake! That's a fake recording! Deepfake AI! Chloe deliberately slandered me!" "Deepfakes?" Chloe tilted her head, her aura pressing against Seraphina until the woman's knees trembled. "The timeline, bank transactions in Switzerland with serial number 994-00-B, down to the DNA on the hotel bed sheets that my team has collected... Do you want me to dissect them all one by one in front of the assembly of werewolf elders?" Seraphina stumbled backwards, her dress caught on a chair, falling embarrassingly. Her holy falsehood, her "White Lotus" mask that had drugged Julian for three years... was crushed to pieces by Chloe's merciless high heels.

“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.