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She stepped aside so they could have a clearer view of Jessica. Jessica's eyes suddenly filled with tears. "Everyone, everything she said is true and I am not AI generated, this is the real me. My son and I are in danger in the hands of Chris, he is a molester, a wife beater, a man who attempted to murder my son.

I said finally. "What?" "The videos are fabricated. Deepfake technology. X used old photos of your sister—probably from before she disappeared—and generated new footage. Look at the metadata. The compression artifacts. The way shadows do not quite match the light source. These are not real, Albert. Emma is not alive. X has been manipulating you with a ghost." Albert stared at the phone. "No. That is not—I can see her. I can hear her—" "You see what X wants you to see. What you desperately need to believe." I pulled up analysis tools on my own phone despite the pain. "I can prove it. Send me those files."

I asked with a little smile, already suspecting what she was so worked up about. She almost tripped on the rug, “She’s been exposed! Kira has been exposed online!” “Show me.” Jess rushed over and pushed her phone into my hand. I unlocked the screen and instantly a cold satisfaction bloomed in my chest. My lips curved into a small, cold smirk as I scrolled. Finally. #Kira Brown: Model or Manipulator? #Exposed: Kira’s Fake Contracts! #Insider Reveals: She Slept Her Way to Fame! Photo after photo flashed: grainy shots of Kira leaving hotels late at night, documents showing her fake credentials, and voice recordings of her mocking her fans and calling them “idiots.”

letting her go wrecks my insides. She’s much too young to be my mate. Walking into my brother Alpha Alexander’s tent, I see the girl he took and claimed as his tied to the bed her clothes are ripped away from her and she just lays there. Her eyes shift to me and I look away. “Ah my brother, how was the Forrest line anyone get away”? I bow my head and address my alpha. “No my Alpha. The border was secure and I managed to catch the ones fleeting.” I say my head still bowed. “Excellent, anyone of importance”? He asks. I look up at him. A mother and daughter, I explained. “The mother will be useful with house work in my home bring her to me,” he says as he walks over to the girl tied to his bed

"Kill the bitch. Once she's dead, Lucas will make me the new Luna." "That Alpha is so stupid. He still hasn't realized that the ambush five years ago where I 'saved' him was just an act..." In the footage, Isabella was directing the rogues to tear at my abdomen, a hideous, triumphant laugh on her face. The real Isabella, currently lying on the floor, turned as pale as paper. She knew she couldn't keep the act up. She frantically tried to cover the crystal. "No! That's not me! It's fake! That bitch framed me!"

I was certain that they were fabricated and were manipulated. “Jessica and Chloe drugged me on that night,” I stammered, with my voice trembling. “Without my own consent, that very video was taken.” ”And those pictures featuring Justin are fake!“ I went on as my heart beat strongly in my chest. His hand lashed out, impressing upon me across the face with great force. I was unable to say another word then. With his spittle hitting at my face, he yelled, ”Shut up, you whore!“ ”Don’t you dare blame Jessica now because of your slutty behaviour.“

The tangled bodies in every frame—each image unmistakably clear. The entire room fell silent. Each frame flashing across the screen was like a silent slap across Jess's family's face. The guests' gazes shifted back and forth between me, Jess, and Sonny. After a brief moment of stunned silence, Jess's composure completely shattered. "They're fake! All of it is fake!" She screamed, pointing at the screen like a madwoman. "They're edited! Grayson, just to get rid of me, you actually fabricated these to frame me?!"

Looking pleased with herself. She didn’t see them coming. They sat across from her. Chloe looked up. Her smile faltered. “Maya. Idris.” She glanced at Jess. “And the roommate. To what do I owe the pleasure?” Jess placed her phone on the table. Screen facing up. “We know,” Jess said. Chloe’s expression didn’t change. “Know what?” “Everything.” Jess scrolled. “The fake accounts. The timed posts. The screenshots you sent to Idris’s father.”

Within thirty minutes, it went viral. By sunrise, #CancelBurnett trended across 9 countries. Alexander burst into Sophie’s bedroom, holding his tablet. “You need to see this.” The video played once. Sophie watched herself say words she never spoke, wearing an outfit she never owned. Her eyes burned. “They deepfaked me.” Camellia patched in through the speaker. “Already working on takedowns. But it’s spreading like wildfire.” Sophie climbed out of bed, calm in voice but fire behind her eyes.

My breath caught as I stared at the screen, my heart beginning to pound in a way that felt wrong. Sebastian. Naked. In bed. With another woman. “No…” I whispered under my breath, shaking my head even as my grip on the phone tightened. This had to be fake. AI, editing, anything but real. It had to be. [“I can send you the address to confirm it yourself.”] My hands trembled as I typed back, my thoughts no longer steady enough to protect me. “Send the address.” [ “They’re in your basement."]