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Ayodele snorted “Sorry, sorry I know I shouldn’t make jest of this right now and how inappropriate it might sound right now but you were faking an orgasm? How does that work?” Tanya let out a short laugh, her tears glistening on her cheeks “Yeah you wouldn’t believe what one can pick up online. It’s crazy. There was this particular clip of it online. I watched that clip over and over again till I got the hang of it. He believed it every time anyway, not that he cares much about my fulfilment as long as he feels good, ” she said, her laughter hinging on hysteria. “Bastard,” Ayodele said about Martinez then he looked at her sheepishly “Do you by any chance faked, you know, those earlier? Six t

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.

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?”

But seeing that no one was willing to entertain her any further, something that had been happening since she arrived that morning, Charlotte stomped her foot in frustration and stormed off to her room. --- In his room, Vincent plugged the flash drive into his computer. The footage from the restaurant began to play, showing everything. From when Elena and Sophia entered, to the moment Elena discreetly pulled out a substance without Sophia noticing. It also captured his fight with Jake. “That bastard. I’m going to expose you,” Vincent muttered through gritted teeth, his fingers flying across the keyboard. He started manipulating the footage, using deepfake technology to make it look like Jake

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?"

“At least whoever sent this to me didn’t use AI.” “Edited? The picture and video?” “I am sure, this video and these photos are known as deepfakes.”

The Potter family's bodyguards exchanged shocked whispers, stunned that their poised and dignified lady was secretly so depraved. Sean shot to his feet, bellowing, "It's fake, generated by AI! Jerome, you despicable rat! To push for divorce, you're resorting to these despicable tactics?" He jabbed a finger at Megan, adding, "You can't trick me. The woman next to you is a notorious hacker. Faking videos is child's play for her." Megan raised an eyebrow, clicking open another clip. "Is that so? Care to explain why you're shirtless at Martha's place at 3:30 in the morning?"

“Excuse me? How dare you speak to me like—” I pulled out my phone, swiped to the video, and shoved it toward her face. The footage played on full volume, her unmistakable laugh, the way she pressed herself against Marcus Hale, one of my longest-serving board members, kissing him like a desperate slut in that hotel lobby. The way his hands roamed over her body near the elevator. Veda stared at the screen. For a second, she froze. Then she tried to recover. “That… that isn’t me,” she said quickly, her voice rising in pitch. “Calder, someone must have edited this. Deepfakes are everywhere these days. You can’t possibly believe—”

The detective, true to his frustrating, professional nature, began to beat around the bush, talking about digital encoding, frame rates, and metadata algorithms. "Cut the technical jargon," I interrupted, my patience entirely gone. "Just tell me what you found." The line went completely quiet for a second before his voice returned, steady and incredibly serious. "The video is fake, Mr. Hudson. It was completely manipulated and edited using advanced deepfake software to make it look like Elena was betraying you. The original footage was entirely innocent. Do you understand what I'm telling you?" The news hit me like a physical shock, a massive mixture of profound relief and blinding anger was

Gripping Zac’s sleeve with trembling hands, her face pale, she pleaded, “No, this is fake, Uncle Zac. You have to believe me. This is all Nina’s doing! She must have hired someone to edit these! I’ve only ever loved you!” Her desperate confession only made Zac feel more humiliated. The video concluded with screenshots of the threatening messages Zac and Jenna had sent me, displayed one after the other. “She’s shameless! She lived a wild, scandalous life abroad, and now she’s back trying to make Zac her backup plan!” “Exactly! Remember those photos Jenna released earlier? She accused Nina of being the other woman, but it turns out those photos were actually of Jenna and Zac. They were already