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His fist clinch tight and his eyes turn cold. *** (SILVER COMPANY) Workers could be seen busy with their respective works, the atmosphere gives a professional aura. “What is with you?” A manger asked a new time model sitting with her folded as a bead of sweat form on her forehead as she held her phone tightly. “Can’t you see the President is going to get upset? How could someone have photoshop these? I’m not with any man. These are fake” Iris complained holding her phone. She just started her modelling career just last two weeks and she is already having a scandal.

Arianna's was undressing smiling happily to the camera, then the guy taking the video instructed her to pose and he took nude pics of her. "What is this trash you think I can believe this photoshopped garbage, she was a virgin when I met her". "It didn't stop her from being the hitch,fool! Look at her body you should know what a photoshop is from her real body ,why don't you watch the sex clip". She sent another one. Andre tried to remain cool as he played the second video. Arianna was being mercilessly banged by a masked guy, her moans made it heartbreaking,he put it off.

“He’s the one who told me. I went to a clinic because I felt like I’d been hit by a train all week, and guess who walks in with my test results like a plot twist from a soap opera?” “What?” Abigail practically shrieks. “You've had no contact with the guy for almost two months, and then out of the blue, Dr. Sexy just waltzed into your exam room? That's crazy? I swear, if you're pulling my leg.” “Chill, chica, there's more,” I exhale. “He claims he didn’t even know it was me until he looked up from the chart because I'd given him a fake name back in Chicago.” “Oh my God. I told you that was going to get you into trouble someday. Jesus, Em. What were you thinking?”

Then lock. Alison stood in his bathroom surrounded by steam and the lingering scent of his soap, her face burning. She’d just seen her fake husband naked. Completely, entirely, unfortunately naked. And the image was burned into her brain in high definition detail that she absolutely did not want and could not unsee. “Professional,” she muttered to herself. “This is a professional arrangement.”

“Perhaps... It’s a misunderstanding between the elders. It’s just a joke, so please don’t take it seriously, Ms. Stanton and Mr. Ferguson…” Kai could not help but let out a cold laugh. He sneered unceremoniously. “So, it’s a fake? People nowadays even impersonate other people’s fiancée, huh? The standard for liars these days is really getting lower…” Jenny’s face turned pale as she was called a liar. She was a celebrity, so if this got out to the media, it would be troublesome. Before Jenny could defend herself, Nicole yawned. Kai saw this and immediately took over her purse.

With unwavering resolve, Lana suggested, "Why don't we let Jennifer authenticate it? Let's settle this matter once and for all. Real or fake!" Before Carol could fully grasp the situation, Lana whipped out her phone without hesitation. Then, she initiated a video call right in front of everyone. A languid voice soon emanated from the phone, "Hey there, busy bee. What's the occasion for this video call?" Lana directed her phone's screen toward the others, revealing Jennifer in the video. In the background, Jennifer stood surrounded by towering containers. She seemed to be in a warehouse. The containers displayed a myriad of fabrics in different colors and textures.

Let her know her place! [Fake is fake. So, what if they are blood related? Twenty years of upbringing make all the difference!] I actually laughed, anger bubbling up instead. “Ma’am, you might get away with being careless about what you eat, but not about what you say. “What makes you think I came from some backwater? And what makes you think I stole anything?” Jasmine choked on my rebuttal for a moment, her expression turning even uglier. “You dare talk back?!”

Her eyes narrowed as she looked through the images, then she let out a sharp laugh. “Are you blind, Maxim?” My teeth clenched. “Excuse me?” “These pictures are fake!” she said, throwing the phone back on the desk. “AI generated. Edited. Whatever you want to call it. Anyone with half a brain can tell.” Her words hit me like a punch. I leaned back in my chair, staring at her. “Fake?” My voice came out hoarse. “Yes, fake!” she yelled. “How could you not see it? The angles, the lighting, the way her face looks slightly off. And you, of all people, should know your mate better. Venus would never cheat on you!”

Well. some of you. Want to subscribe to my TikTok channel? "What the actual hell," Katy whispered. Phones were out now. Everyone was recording. The teachers didn't even know what to do. And then, as if it couldn't get worse— Need incentive? The screen cut to a fake nude of Elena. Not subtle. Not real. But realistic enough. Her face, her hair, her necklace. Everything matched. The reaction was instant and nuclear. Gasps. Screams. Shouts. The entire gym exploded. Even the principal shouted, slamming the laptop shut—but it was too late.

The first message read: “I’m so sorry. I was just jealous. I realize now Aristide was just using me.” Then came the pictures. I couldn’t breathe. My fingers trembled as I scrolled—photo after photo of Gianna in bed… with Aristide. I screamed. A raw, wounded sound that ripped through the room. Within seconds, Elena and Mabel burst in. “What’s wrong?!” Elena gasped. I couldn’t even speak. I just handed her my phone. She took one look at the screen, brows pulling tight as she swiped through the images. “These are fake,” she said flatly.