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I'd have Tim take a thorough health test on me as soon as possible. Caroline was beaming happily at me. "Good morning, Sir. Breakfast is ready." Anita's gaze turned on me the moment she heard Caroline's words. On meeting my gaze, she smiled so brightly it made my heart beat so loudly I could hear the drumming in my ears. "Ryan," she giggled and my jaw dropped, my hands around my kids loosened a bit. Dear, heavens! What are the odds that I might be presently falling for the famous model -- Anita Richardson, my fake wife?

“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

“Good morning everyone. I’m sure you have had a fair share of the scoop on gossip you need to know, because now, I’m not going easy on anyone this time around. Which is why I’ve decided to make the following announcements: Firstly, whatever it was that made the rounds about my wife yesterday was false. The person who spread the word was a superior of my wife who got fired because he kept harassing her. Secondly, this particular person has threatened that he has Deep Fake nude pictures that he can spread and everyone will believe that she’s the one. So, he’s threatening that she files for a divorce and gets with him, so as to not hurt my niece whom she loves very dearly.

She rather believed someone had Deepfaked Winona’s face into the video. “Aunt Winona, did you make someone angry? Why are people doing this to you?” “What do you mean?” Winona asked. “Look at this.” Serena passed her phone to Winona. “Those shameless bastards. They used Deepfake your face into the video, you better sue them.” Winona was terrified when she saw the video. Other people may not know but she knew everything that happened in the video was real. Her hands shook as she deleted the video from Serena’s phone. This was obviously Tommy’s doing, which increased her hate for him to the boiling point.

A woman who looked like me topless in some, fully nude in others posed with different men in compromising positions. My hand flew to my mouth. A wave of nausea slammed into me. I trembled from head to toe. I’d battled rumors before, dealt with ugly gossip. But this? This was warfare. “They’re deepfakes,” Romilly murmured, placing a reassuring hand on my shoulder. “We can prove it.” I nodded, trying and failing to force a smile. But no amount of logic could erase what those photos would suggest to others. Proof or not, most people didn’t bother to look twice. Pictures were facts to them.

"Look, I don't have time for this—" "I'm going to destroy you." I scoff. "I'm going to fuck you up. First, I'm going to the police to report you for sexual assault. Second, I'm taking this contract to the media. I'm going to expose you for the fraud you are. I'll make sure you're face is on every social media platform. The world deserves to know what a fucking liar you are—"

Just occasions like when I’m bored, sitting at my desk, and have a few extra minutes to think about things. “This might sound strange,” Leon says, his voice low, so low. So no one else can hear. “I need you to legitimately marry me, but the marriage itself would be fake.” I nearly fall off my chair.Holy freaking farge, what?“I—uh—marriage?” The word explodes out there between us, and I say it like I’m asking who cooked sardines in the staff lunchroom microwave, let them explode, and then left that mess for me to find and clean up. Nothing puts me in a worse mood than baked-on sardine explosions.

Cordelia could see more rage in Zephyr’s eyes as they saw more pictures. “Hubby, I’m sure this isn’t her…” She said, “Technology is advanced now. People with ill intentions would edit some girls’ pictures to blackmail them.” Zephyr paused and nodded. He knew about AI technology as well. Not only could it change someone’s face, but it would imitate their expressions as well. There were even videos that went viral on the Internet, saying that those were some best actors’ new work, but they were just deep fake videos. Many celebrities had court cases on that.

Chapter 201 Kevin's POV I couldn't stop staring at the photo. Even as I sat behind the wheel of my car, engine idling in the parking lot, my eyes kept drifting back to my phone screen. Back to the image that had shattered something fundamental in my understanding of my own brother. Julian. Kissing a man. My hands tightened around the steering wheel until my knuckles went white. It couldn't be real. This was the age of AI, deepfakes, digital manipulation. Anyone with basic software could fabricate a photo convincing enough to fool the untrained eye. People did it all the time—created scandals, ruined reputations, spread lies that looked like truth.

I spat venomously, eliciting a sarcastic laugh from him. He walked over to my side and stood there, towering above me. “With the resources I have, I can make it seem like you have been sleeping with him for a while now. You saw the neat trick I pulled with the texts and video. I can use deepfake to make rather nasty pictures of the two of you in compromising positions. And nobody would have a problem believing me, I am after all the backstabbed ex-husband,” he voiced in a quivering tone.