Jennifer Aniston Deepfake Novels & Stories

"Hire whoever you need. Pay whatever it costs. This is priority one. Nothing else matters." "Yes, sir." I hung up and immediately called David Lin, my top tech expert. David was a genius when it came to digital forensics. If anyone could prove those photos and videos were fake, it was him. "Mr. Ashford," David answered. "I just saw the news. Is Mrs. Ashford okay?" "No," I said bluntly. "She's not. Someone created deepfake photos and videos to frame her for embezzlement and infidelity. I need you to analyze them and prove they're fake."

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?"

“Reporters are already gathering at the main gate.” Aixa took one step forward, her trembling hand reaching toward his arm before hovering in midair. She dreaded seeing the hurt or suspicion in the man she loved. “Fernando, please listen to me. Before God, that is not me. The video is fake. Someone used deepfake technology to fabricate it—” “I am not asking whether it is you or not,” Fernando cut in quickly. The statement silenced her. Her eyes widened as she searched his face for reassurance.

Composed again. She ended the call with Connor, then closed her eyes—carefully replaying every image burned into her mind. Something didn't sit right. In her past life, the photos Connor leaked were real—taken when they were still together. But this time? Every image was solo. And Zoe knew for sure she'd never taken anything like that. Which could only mean one thing— Lucian's assistant kept talking. "Our tech team ran checks. The photos are deepfakes. Someone used AI to map Mrs. Lyttelton's face onto low-tier magazine models. The forensic report's almost done... but shifting public opinion will take time."

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.

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.

Her face wasn't soft; it was clinical. "It’s a loop, Daddy," she said. "What do you mean, peanut?" "The video of the lady with the pear. Look at her eyes." Julian knelt beside the Mayor and peered at the screen. The woman was beautiful, the resolution perfect. But as she bit into the fruit, her pupils didn't dilate. Her blink rate was a perfect, rhythmic 4.0 seconds. "It’s a deep-fake," Julian whispered, a cold realization washing over him. "The 'Wellness Zones' aren't sanctuaries. They’re rendering farms. They’re using the people they captured to generate the content to lure the ones they haven't."

That look would have made me blush before, but right now, it made me feel disgusted. ‘You look beautiful,’ his eyes roved all over me. I scoffed. ‘You shouldn’t be in here.’ ‘Ha! And miss dad announcing your sham of an engagement?’ He laughed. ‘I know you both are lying. Xavier’s never committed to anyone. He’s a player. You’ve never read the tabloids, Harper?’ I wanted to yell at him, tell him to go to hell for making my life miserable, but I didn’t. ‘Get out of here, Stan,’ I simply said, my voice surprisingly calm.

RONALD The flashes were blinding. A hundred tiny lights exploding in my face as I stood behind the mic, my tie knotted too tightly around my neck. I didn’t flinch though, I kept my posture straight, my face calm and tone measured. The statement had already been written and memorized. “The viral video circulating online involving myself and my fiancée’s brother is a deep fake, an AI-generated fabrication with malicious intent. I am currently engaged to my fiancée, Kyla Johnson, and our wedding plans are proceeding as scheduled.”

"Sign this, and I'll burn these photos right now. You have my word that no one will ever see them." Kelsey stood behind him, having already touched up her makeup, back to that lofty socialite demeanor. She leaned in close to my ear and hissed venomously in a voice only the two of us could hear, "Jillian, I know you never made any video. I had someone create it with deepfake. But so what? No one actually cares about the truth. "All anyone cares about is a juicy story. So what if you're rich and successful? I'll still crush you. Now hand over the apartment like a good girl, or I'll make sure your name is dragged through the mud so bad that you'll wish you'd never been born."