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She'd just scrolled a little when she saw something and her mouth fell open. “What's the matter?” I asked, my heart pounding in my chest. Jenna didn't say a word, simply turning the screen to face me. “What!” My eyes nearly popped out and I stared at the screen in shock. How was this possible? The screen displayed a photo of me, smiling brightly. What caught my eye was the caption beneath the photo. Elena Kingston, daughter of Albert Kingston. I couldn’t breathe. My fingers trembled as I touched the screen, staring at the stranger who was supposed to be me.

‎ ‎“Adrian…” ‎ ‎He didn’t respond. ‎ ‎Marcus closed the laptop carefully. ‎ ‎“That video could be manipulated,” he said calmly. “Deepfakes exist.” ‎ ‎Aurora nodded quickly. ‎ ‎“Yes. Victor could be lying.” ‎ ‎But Adrian still didn’t move. ‎ ‎Ethan walked closer to him. ‎ ‎“Hey,” he said gently. “You okay?” ‎ ‎Adrian exhaled slowly, then finally looked away from the screen. ‎

Sera sat beside him, knees drawn in close, arms crossed tightly over her chest like she was physically holding herself inside her body. > “It’s a deepfake,” he said quietly. “It has to be.” > “Based on what?” she replied. “Hope?” He didn’t answer. Her eyes didn’t leave the screen. The version of her inside the video looked barely conscious. Lips cracked. Wrists bruised. Same necklace. Same scar on the cheekbone one only Lucien would’ve known existed. He stood and crossed to the far terminal. Began typing. > “There’s no camera signature metadata. No lens model. It’s rendered in clean code.”

The morning after the breeding stream, Sophia woke up to millions of notifications. Clips of her final moments — gaped, leaking, whispering that she didn’t know whose baby she was carrying — had gone mega-viral across every encrypted network. Deepfake versions were already circulating. Fan edits. Slow-motion compilations of her squirting. Screenshots of her tear-streaked, cum-covered face were being used as profile pictures in the darkest forums. She stared at her phone with hollow eyes, fingers trembling as she scrolled through the comments.

Jenna sighed, her fingers playing with the sleeve of my hoodie that she was wearing “Then he shared nude photos I sent him with his friends.” I was taken aback, uncertain exactly how to process that. “What?” I asked, the surprise and confusion evident in my voice. Jenna let out a bitter laugh. “Yeah. I know, right?” She shook her head. “And then he tried to gaslight me, like I should be flattered or something. He said he was proud to ‘show me off.’” Her voice was dripping with sarcasm, but I could hear the hurt underneath. “But I wasn’t flattered. I took those pictures for him. They weren’t meant for anyone else.”

"What's going on, Nina, what is talking about?" I looked at Henry with tears as tears started dripping from my eyes. Olivia took a step forward, her voice filled with bitterness. "Your humble maid, Nins isn't who she says she is, she isn't the maid you think she is. She's been lying to you this whole time about her identity. Her real name is Nina Windsor. She's your wife, Henry." The room fell silent, with the weight of Olivia's words hanging in the air. Henry's face went pale, his eyes wide with shock and disbelief. "Is this true, Nina?"

She wasted three years with Kenneth! “Ready?” Heather asked as soon as she got out of the washroom. “Yes,” Sabrina replied but suddenly, she heard that some people were gossiping outside, and her eyes widened upon hearing her name. She glanced at Heather, and the woman was also shocked that there were people who gossiped in the hospital’s corridor! “Isabelle Ortega is truly unfortunate. Her sister-in-law is far too vicious! Her husband died not long ago, and now her child has died as well!”

I almost ignored it. The first image loaded slowly. Too slowly. My breath caught halfway in. Jaxon, My brother. The angle was wrong—too intimate, too close. His arm was slung around someone, familiar curls spilling over his shoulder. I blinked hard, my brain scrambling for logic. This is AI, A deepfake, and silly Joke. I thought His arm around someone. Someone with hair like Aurora’s. No, this is not real, I assured myself. I tapped again for another picture.

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.”