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“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.”

Thea turned around and wanted to leave. Hellen immediately ranted, “Thea, don’t be ungrateful. Do you know who I am? I’m the best manager in Sol. I have unimaginable influence. Believe it or not, a video of you and Kian in bed will spread all over the country tomorrow morning.” Hellen began to threaten. Thea turned around with a frown and asked, “What do you want?” Hellen continued to threaten, “Don’t you know there is a technology called deepfake? I can easily use a video of Kian making out with someone else and use technology to put your face in it. Can you imagine what big news that would be?”

ZARA “Well, what is it?” I asked impatiently as Matthew won't give me any news that he got from his phone. “Is Hazel alright, Matthew?” I asked my child's father and he turned to me with a smile. “She is,” he showed me a video of her and Annabel shoving ice creams on each of their faces. “Is this real?” I asked and he looked at me confused. “There are a lot of deep fake photos and videos out there.”

The sheer, suffocating panic radiating from his massive frame made the air in the room feel heavy and dangerous. "Run it again, Silas," Lucian growled, glaring at his Head of Global Security. "Check the pixel degradation. Run a reverse image synthesis. She paid someone to deepfake my face onto those photos. I know she did." Silas, a hardened ex-intelligence officer who made seven figures a year to protect the Sterling network, didn't flinch at his boss's terrifying tone. He tapped a command into his tablet, bringing one of the photos from Vanessa's envelope to the center monitor, blowing it up to massive proportions.

"I know that you don't want to donate your bone marrow to Mindy, Cindy, but did you really have to hire someone to come up with a fake video like this to frame Dr. Bean? Don't you know that he's a high authority in his field? How could he possibly be dabbling in something so illegal as this?" He then turned to the paparazzi's cameras and said earnestly, "Don't be fooled, everyone! It's just too easy to swap out a face with how advanced deepfake AI technology has become these days! "Cindy's mental state is unstable, and she'd do anything just to avoid surgery!" Mom chimed in at once, beginning to sob and wail again. "This is horrible! How could she do such a terrible thing, accusing an innoce

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.

Jennifer swallowed and focused on the two people. It was Amelia. She had a rather large, dark brown birthmark just under one shoulder blade the size of a thumb. With her family's conservative nature, it wasn't something anyone would know about. Least of all someone making a deep fake. Jennifer spared the man a glance, but at this distance she didn't know him and his identity didn't matter. It was the birthmark and all that golden blonde hair that was the damning evidence. "Fuck." She clicked the button, closing the video. Her stomach clenched, and she thought for a moment she might be sick.

Some nurses whispered my name. “You did it,” Ava said as she followed me, her phone buzzing nonstop. “She’s done.” “She’s not in jail,” I muttered. “Not yet.” “But the world knows,” Ava said. “And sometimes that’s worse for people like her.” Maybe it was. Because the comments didn’t stop. Every brand that once used Jennifer’s face was pulling out. She tried to do damage control. Claimed the video was fake. That it was “deep faked.” Her team released a statement denying everything—“Jennifer would never harm another woman.”

During that time, Anthony deeply trusted Julie and often relied on her for updates about Lena. Julie took advantage of his trust. While Anthony was in a meeting, she brought a man into his office. She then had the man wear Anthony’s clothes and filmed them having sex right there in the office. Afterward, Julie used AI deepfake technology to swap the man’s face with Anthony’s, and sent the video to Lena. The man had a similar build to Anthony, and the final edited video looked very convincing. Lena, who was already angry with Anthony at the time, didn’t doubt the authenticity of it. This planted the seed of a serious misunderstanding between them.

The short humorless kind that meant he found something more offensive than funny. I wasn't smiling. He noticed that and stopped. "You're serious," he said. "I'm always serious before eight in the morning." "Xena." He pulled his other earphone out fully and tucked them into his pocket. "You kidnapped my fiancée. There's video evidence. The entire city—" "The video was fabricated." "The video—" "Was fabricated Adrian." I said it slowly like the pace would help. "Deepfake. AI generated. Your team commissioned it from a production company and I have the metadata to prove it."