Jenna Ortega Nude Deep Fake Novels & Stories

"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.

He tilted it toward me, close enough that his arm brushed my shoulder and stayed there. “Look. These supposed nudes you thought we had? All edited. See the timestamps and the metadata? Fake as fuck. We just wanted to see if you’d actually bring the cash like a loyal little wife protecting her secret.” I stared at the screen, my shoulders dropping as relief hit me. “You assholes. I was terrified. Driving here with all that money, lying to Jake about my mom. I thought my life was over.” A nervous laugh slipped out of me even though my heart still raced.

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.

Warning- Further scene may trigger you and you may feel it bizarre so please read at your own risk. Laying on the bed completely naked Orni was again wincing like a fish that was brought from the water forcefully. Her eyes were half opened, her body was needy but her mind was still conscious. She was again drugged by VR Suddenly, the room's door burst open and two women who were wearing sexy lingerie entered the room. Shutting the door they started approaching Orni with predatory moves. These women are porn actresses and VR hired them for his next level fucked up planning.

"Deepfake audio rigs, pre-recorded security loops from old breaches... it’s all remarkably easy when you have the right connections. Valentino didn't send those videos to you, Ortensia. I did. I needed you to run straight out of Vito's house, and I knew your pathetic little heart would bleed the second I showed you a few dead bodies." "What do you want from me?" Ortensia sobbed, taking a frantic step backward until the solid brick wall pressed against her spine. "I’ve never offended you! I don't even know you!" "I can’t wait to kill you, Ortensia." * * * VITO’S MANSION Meanwhile, inside Vito’s tracking room was vibrating with an explosive, panicked energy. Vito stood hunched over the digital

Electric. I pull out a file. Printed. Annotated. Pointed. "This document, the so-called 'note', is a fake. Here is the metadata report. The creation date. The modifications. And above all… the name of the original author. None of what I signed was transmitted as they say. Everything was altered afterward. Manipulated. By whom? I’ll let you read the initials." I raise my eyes. At the back of the room, Cassandre de Montferrand pales.

It was pathetically ridiculous. I didn't know how long I sat there, paralyzed, before I finally calmed down. The first thing I did was to unlock my phone and book a flight to Portia for seven days from now. Portia was the city of my dreams, which I had given up just to stay by Zane's side. Now, I was going to pick up my brush again and chase the art dream I had put on hold for love for far too long. Next, I zipped the sordid photos from the laptop and sent them to my best friend, Renee Jones. Her call came through almost instantly, and her voice was full of shock and fury.

Within thirty minutes, it went viral. By sunrise, #CancelBurnett trended across 9 countries. Alexander burst into Sophie’s bedroom, holding his tablet. “You need to see this.” The video played once. Sophie watched herself say words she never spoke, wearing an outfit she never owned. Her eyes burned. “They deepfaked me.” Camellia patched in through the speaker. “Already working on takedowns. But it’s spreading like wildfire.” Sophie climbed out of bed, calm in voice but fire behind her eyes.

And some were just screaming: “WHAT IS GOING ON???” “ALORA LIED???” “DID SHE FAKE A SUICIDE JUST TO MARRY HIM?!?” “DORIAN IS A GENIUS!! HE EXPOSED HER LIVE!!” I sat there, blinking at the screen. And then—Alora’s parents. Those two buffoons actually had the guts to jump up and start yelling over everyone. “This is fake! All of it!” her dad barked, pointing toward the staff handling the video. “That video is fake! It’s a deepfake! It’s all lies! Dorian is doing this to escape the marriage!”

the photographer told the ninja couple to wait for his signal before their lips should touch each other. Daniella was alarmed when Mr. Ortega pulled down her mask and did the same with the mask he was wearing and her eyes widen when she recognized the man. It was no other than, Marcus Madrigal, her ex-husband, but it was too late to refuse him when the crowd was loudly cheering for them. “Three!”