Novel & Cerita Jennifer Aniston Deepfake

"Great again. Mr Cartelli, if you could sign right here, and then Mrs Cartelli, if you could do the same just below his..." There hadn't been many documents for me to sign like this, so I winged it and made a new signature on the spot. I noticed Armani staring at it for a moment, but his attention was on the woman as soon as she started speaking. "And Dads..." she continued. Once they passed her the contract back, she handed us both the prenups, which were slightly scarier to look at, but I knew they would help us in the long run if this fake marriage ever had to break up. Though, I doubted we would be sharing much besides a last name and a vacation to Italy.

I'm sure this 'famous guy' wants to be left alone," "Hush and come sit," Frowning I toss the papers to one side before settling into the seat. "Fine. I'll entertain this fuckery. It's ridiculous by the way." I roll my eyes when she opens G****e but stayed quiet, clearing her search bar she types in "CEOs" and then clicks on images. A slew of photos pops onto the screen, listing an endless number of men and women, "Tell me if you see his picture on here. If not, we probably have to search famous people next then linked social medias..."

Still full of doubt, I reached out for the tab; playing the video that was already waiting for me on the screen. Jason who was captured in the video was seen taking the baby that I had abandoned. My eyes buldged from shock. Throwing the tab back at Camille, I say strongly. "This could have been made using deepfake technology" Deepfake technology was used to created fake videos and make them seem real. Camille laughter heartedly at my denial. "I knew you would say something like that. That's why I brought a witness" "A witness?" "Come in" Camille commands as a nurse strides into my office. I could recognize her immediately; she was the nurse who had assisted me when I went into labour.

she laughs "like they say these days faking it in style." I give her a confused look "what?" "You know, when you're in a fake relationship, these days that's what everyone's doing." "Well, I'm only doing this for mom, and trust me I will not develop falling for him." "My dear friend, you're saying that now, but when the time comes you'll be dying for his touch, his kiss, his scent, his di- ah" I shot her with Levi's water gun. That damn dirty mouth girl. "Charlotte you bitch," she curses, ask I continue to shot her.

“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—”

“That’s not me! That’s not real!” The judge banged the gavel. “Order!” Mr. Rhodes’ face was pale. “Pause that video. We demand authentication.” The prosecutor smirked. “It’s already been verified by the digital forensics team.” Olivia’s head spun. No. No, no, no. The jury’s eyes were glued to her. She could feel the shift, the quiet decision forming in their minds. The gallery buzzed like a hive ready to sting. Mr. Rhodes whispered to her, “We’ll prove it’s fake. Deepfake technology can mimic your face perfectly. We can call an expert.”

Damian pulled out his phone, scrolling briefly with a calm precision before turning the screen toward her. The first photo that appeared showed me. I was wearing a wedding gown, a stunning, breathtaking piece of ivory lace and silk that clung to my curves and flared elegantly at the bottom. My hair was styled in an intricate, sophisticated updo, and I was standing beside Damian, who looked devastatingly handsome in a perfectly tailored black suit. I gasped. I had never worn that dress in my life. I had never stood in that position. The image was a masterpiece of fabrication, a deepfake so perfect that it looked authentic.

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."

I felt the wind knocked out of me as I clutched my abdomen. I was wearing just a bra and pants in the video, looked intoxicated and I was hugging Ari and he was trying to stop me. "Who did this?!" I yelled as Jenner stood up with the rest of her friends with their food. "Did you do this?!" I asked Jenner. "Everyone should know what a slut you are, Aniston" I could feel every pair of eyes glued to me. "It's not true…nothing happened, this is fake….I swear I didn't sleep with him!" I yelled out to everyone in the cafeteria but they all looked at me like I committed treason.

“We don’t want you dead. Dead people become martyrs. We need you... discredited.” “How?” “Simple.” He pulled out a tablet and pressed play. On the screen was a deepfake video — her face, her voice — admitting to forging documents, fabricating evidence against Wolfe Enterprises and Carrington Holdings. Aria’s stomach turned. It was her... but it wasn’t. “They’ll never believe that,” she spat. “Oh, they will. We have the networks, the journalists, the politicians in our pocket. This video will hit the net in twelve hours. You’ll be branded a liar, a manipulator, mentally unstable.”