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Alex had drunk quite a bit and was no longer holding back. He clicked his tongue and then started laughing to himself. "Well, I've enjoyed it for years, and I'm already bored with it." "Let me tell you a secret. Her figure’s just average, nothing compared to the professional escorts." I stopped what I was doing and laughed at myself. It was hard to believe that I was so moved when Jessica entrusted her virginity to me, vowing to protect her for a lifetime. It turned out even that was fake. Jessica seemed to hear her name and stumbled out of the room, her drunken eyes blurry as she asked, "Are you calling me?"

The morning after the breeding stream, Sophia woke up to millions of notifications. Clips of her final moments — gaped, leaking, whispering that she didn’t know whose baby she was carrying — had gone mega-viral across every encrypted network. Deepfake versions were already circulating. Fan edits. Slow-motion compilations of her squirting. Screenshots of her tear-streaked, cum-covered face were being used as profile pictures in the darkest forums. She stared at her phone with hollow eyes, fingers trembling as she scrolled through the comments.

I replied to console him, even though it was the major worry on my mind. The next day, I was knotting my tie in front of the mirror when Sadie came in. “It’s not Derel in those pictures, right?” She asked. “Sadie, did you look at those?” I asked, alarmed. “I didn’t. My friends say it’s really awful.” “It’s not Derel.” “Who did it?” “One of the ladies I hired recently.” I replied. “Why do you think it’s one of them? Deep Fakes can be done by anyone.” She replied, and she was right. Why didn’t I see it that way?

Dominik exclaimed with his devilish smirk. Jessica hurriedly opened her social media accounts. Her eyes bulged so much that they almost popped out of her eyelids. The figure she saw in the video was not Dominik, but another man she did not recognize at all. “You want to trap me with a cheap video like that? You realize you've almost ruined someone else's household!” Dominik stood up and pounded on his desk. Jessica's body shook even more. She couldn't believe it, what she was seeing was like a dream. She was absolutely sure that it was Dominik who sent her the message.

She laughed coldly. "The real Jessica was burned in the car accident five years ago, and she was scarred all over her body. However, there are no scars on your body at all." Jessica pulled her arm back instinctively, but Grace was so strong that she couldn't break free. "I don't know what you're talking about." Grace said firmly, "You don't understand? Then, let me spell it out for you. You aren't Jessica at all! The real Jessica died in the car accident five years ago, and you're just an impostor!"

Damien said, sarcasm dripping from his voice. Julian rolled his eyes at him whereas Nathaniel said, "I am here for some work actually but before that what about the announcer? The earlier ones are failing us terribly these days. You said you will get another one but you also didn’t do it yet." as got up from the couch and walked near the desk of Damien. As they both engaged themselves in some discussion over the announcer matter and then over a file, Julian got his phone out to kill some time. ~~ "Are you hearing me? He is playing you, Edie. Are you going to be submissive to him?" Cassandra groaned when Eden spilled out the truth to her.

It happened that morning—he received a video in his private email, sent by Dale. In the video, a man and woman were engaged in an explicit scene on a hotel bed. At first glance, Kendrick’s blood boiled—because the woman in the video looked like his little woman. And the man… wasn’t him. But soon enough, he noticed something was off. The video was fake. Deepfaked. They had used face-swapping technology to put Anna’s face on another woman’s body. In her email, Dale said the video was going to be played on the big screen behind Annabelle during her segment at the press conference.

Zane's POV I step into my bedroom and close the door before answering Marcus's call. “Tell me it's not as bad as I think it is,” I say without preamble. “It's worse.” Marcus's voice is grim. “Warren cornered Jessica this morning. She's the one whose sister works in the student records department.” My blood runs cold. “And?” I ask through gritted teeth. “And he's blackmailing her. He threatened to expose something about her family if she didn't pull Kaidora's admission file.”

“There’s a man in the city who specializes in digital fabrication. Deepfakes. Convincing ones. For a f*e, he can create a video of Anya—engaging in certain acts—with an actor who resembles her enough to fool facial recognition. We release it anonymously the night before the board meeting. The scandal will be so explosive that the morality clause becomes irrelevant. The board will invalidate the marriage just to protect Vortex’s public image.” My blood went cold. I was no stranger to dirty tactics—I’d just spent the morning assembling a pressure package for a corrupt prosecutor—but this was a level of cruelty that took my breath away. A fabricated sex tape. Released to the public. My face, my

On my wedding anniversary, my three-year-old son gave me an alpaca as a gift. I turned right around and shipped it off to the circus, where I found it a strapping alpaca husband. All because I'd been reborn. In my last life, that alpaca was sweet and gentle with everyone—except me. Every single day, it spat on me. Determined not to disappoint my son, I tried everything to win it over, but nothing worked. My mind unraveled. I stopped sleeping. I started hearing things that weren't there, and every night I dreamed of that alpaca chasing me down to spit in my face. My husband called me vicious. My son called me petty. And the two of them only grew closer to that alpaca by the day. Worn dow