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She looked directly at the camera and smiled. Then the video ended. Elma’s stomach dropped to her feet. It wasn’t her. It couldn’t be her. But it was her face. Her voice, when she whispered “Done” at the end. Deepfake. It had to be. But who would believe her? The timestamp matched. The access logs would match. Ademola had been Head of Risk. He had access to everything. Her phone buzzed again. _Nathan: Still on for tomorrow? I’m looking forward to 6 PM._

Everyone. "Hey everyone, it's Callie Mason. You know, the quiet Omega nerd who keeps to herself?" My voice was steady, cold. "I want you to meet Luca Rodriguez and his girlfriend Bianca. They're the ones who created fake AI pictures of me and spread them around campus to win a bet." "Turn it off!" Luca groaned from the floor, trying to crawl toward me. I stepped back, keeping Bianca's hair wrapped around my fist. The comments were already flooding in—shocked emojis, angry reactions, people tagging others to watch.

No answer. So I drove—to Jackson’s grave. Sitting silently in front of his tombstone, I closed my eyes and leaned gently against the cold marble. Saying nothing. Just… breathing. A long silence passed. Then my phone vibrated. A video message from David. He was tied to a chair, mouth gagged with a strip of cloth. Serena stood behind him, eyes wild, pressing a knife to his throat. “Aria, why? Why did you get his love so easily? I’ve been by David’s side for years—and you? Just a broken little depressive girl.”

"Madison is... convenient. Beautiful, connected. But she's not you." I felt my skin crawl. "I'm not interested. I have Roy and Ryan. That's not changing." He sipped his wine, watching me over the rim. "That's the problem," he said softly. "They stand in the way." I started to stand. He slid his phone across the table. I froze. Photos. Me—naked, in compromising positions that never happened. Deepfakes. Good ones. Convincing enough to fool anyone who didn't know better.

She understood the pain he felt and explained slowly, “She came as me and I as her. Look for yourself.” Anna showed him a video. Jenna was dressed in a pink and white floral dress. She looked like Anna in the video. Naturally, there wasn't a facial resemblance between them but the dress and professional make artist did the magic. “Where is she?” Casper’s eyes began to roam the auditorium curiously. He couldn't believe that he was going to spend another night without Jenna. The mere thought was enough to drive him crazy.

Karel groaned on the recording. Calista moaned in response, “Yeah... harder... a few more days and he’ll be dead... don't stop...” Flavia gasped loudly, covering her mouth in horror. “It’s a fake! This bitch wants to tarnish my reputation!” Calista screamed, pointing a trembling finger at Zoriana. Zoriana smoothly switched the display to a verified document from the Royal Investigation Court, proving the video was authentic and free of AI manipulation.

“The leaked video online had also been forged using deepfake AI technology.” “The original video file is here. I’ll show it to everyone right now.” Another video was then played on the television. It was the video of Daya kissing Alex Rockefeller… However, the faces of the people had already been changed. These people were not Elena and Fred Goliath. Elena was thoroughly dumbfounded. “How could this happen?” “It’s fake. It’s all fake. This is all made up. It’s a plot!” Elena broke down and cried out loudly.

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!”

When the figure speaks, the voice is digitally distorted, inhuman. "Mr. and Mrs. Meliś. As you can see, we have something that belongs to you. If you want her back alive, you will follow our instructions exactly. You’ll get the second email soon. No police. No FBI. No private investigators. If you involve anyone outside your immediate household, Nora dies. Do you understand?" On screen, Nora is sobbing, struggling against the zip ties. The video cuts to black. I sit there, staring at my phone, my heart pounding so hard I can feel it in my throat. Mira is crying, silent tears streaming down her face. The fake Nora has gone completely white, trembling.

Jenna greeted her teeth. After that, they saw Emily weaver doing something on the computer in Amelia group. Then, she secretly walked away from the company after taking the Pen drive. And the third video made Jenna shake in fear and anger. "What the hell is all this. It is not me. You bitch, you have fake this video. I did not do you. Anna, I won't leave you. Close it immediately," Jenna shouted madly. The video was still playing. It shows who anna, Emily, and diabolos made a plane to steal the ideas from Anna.