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“Which brings me to the contingency. If the morality clause fails, we need another way to destroy the marriage before the board validates it. Something so damaging that even Devon’s legal team can’t spin it. Something that makes Anya look not just like a fraud, but like a woman of such low character that no board member would ever accept her as a Vance.” “What kind of something?” A pause. The tap of the cane, slow and deliberate. “There’s a man in the city who specializes in digital fabrication. Deepfakes. Convincing ones. For a f*e, he can create a video of Anya—engaging in certain acts—with an actor who resembles her enough to fool facial recognition. We release it anonymously the night be

this is not right Alpha Ortega is doing me wrong "Now start dancing" Alpha Ortega ordered, music came on, I had no choice but to try and please them. The other Alphas stared at me like I was some kind of prey about to be devoured, I saw multiple of them licking their lips only Alpha Ortega had no expression on his face I danced with tears and pain, feeling so ashamed of myself, life has thrown me from being a princess to an outcast and then to the gutters I feel so disgusted and tainted, I hate myself right now and feel like scraping off my skin. The music finally came to an end and I stopped dancing. My body shook in agony I've never felt so embarrassed all my life, I feel like a piece of g

"These look pretty real to me." Desi stares at the images, and I watch the exact moment she realizes someone has orchestrated this. Her expression shifts from confusion to horror to dawning understanding. "This isn't real," she says quietly. "Someone edited these. Someone is manipulating you—" "Oh, so now I'm the crazy one?" Otto's laugh is almost manic. "That's convenient. Blame the unstable Omega instead of taking responsibility for your actions." "I'm not blaming you, I'm trying to help you see—"

Her shaky hand took the phone from me as she scrolled. I allowed her to have a moment of scrolling through to see the Allens’ shamelessness. Tears brimmed in the corners of her eyes. She shot her head up at me and shook it. "Impossible," she whispered. “You are wise, Freya; I hope you know when to stop acting the puppet for these people and begin to live your life. Allen was ready to kick you to the curb as soon as he could. He wanted to come to me.” “I am only here today to set the record straight. The video is an AI deepfake. I hope you can keep him in check."

Her own voice, shrill and cruel, filled the room. "You were just a pathetic placeholder..." Her face drained of color. "Stefano, I..." "The 'perfect socialite' mask is gone, Tiziana," Stefano said, his voice cold. "Everyone knows." Tiziana began to tremble, realizing her carefully crafted victim narrative had just been obliterated. Stefano ran a hand through his hair. "I have PR drafting a statement. We’re calling it an AI deepfake. It’s our only play." He snatched his phone and dialed Celeste frantically.

She screamed, wanting to turn off the live stream, but found out she could not. My hacking skills directly locked onto her live stream. "It's fake! This is AI face-swapping! Noah did it!" Joanna shouted hysterically into the camera. I answered calmly, "The police will verify whether it's fake." [Oh my God! What a shocking twist!] [This woman is so shameless! She's the culprit, yet she's playing the victim.] [Where is the bigshot who spammed her with gifts earlier? Do they feel like a clown now?] [This adulterous couple really shattered my sense of decency!]

Everyone watched, and soon it became crystal clear what had happened. The so-called photos and videos were all AI deepfakes. Mira still tried to keep up her bravado. However, Noah tapped another file, and this time an audio recording played, shutting her down completely. “You worthless brat! Sneaking around with men at your age, and now you’re pregnant? How am I supposed to face anyone after this? You’re coming with me to get an abortion!” “No, Mom. I’ve got a better idea. I can use this baby to make a lot of money, but it depends on whether Cody agrees.”

I immediately grabbed the officiant's microphone and shouted, "This video's fake! Everyone, don't believe it! This is an AI-generated deepfake video! I trust Isaac, and he would never do anything to betray me! This is fake!" Then, I said to Isaac, "Call the police right now! Whoever did this needs to be arrested immediately!"

I could see Dominic turning to look at her too as she handed me her phone and the image on the screen made my blood go cold. It was me: a photoshopped, nude image of me, my face carefully inserted into a grotesque, altered body. The caption beneath it in bold red letters: whore.

"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