Olivia Rodrigo Deepfake Nude Novels & Stories

M? Mr. M replied with only one word to this question. Mr. M: [Secret]. Olivia chuckled. 'Jeez. Why would people tell me trade secrets like this? 'I've gone out of line.' When she was about to turn off her phone, Dorothy's clarification post popped up. "The video is a deep fake using artificial intelligence. Someone deliberately framed me. I've prepared a lawyer's letter. Please wait and see." Olivia burst into laughter. 'A deep fake? Could artificial intelligence copy her voice?'

“She is just crazy! It’s really nothing to worry about!” I typed and sent. I was hit with numerous questions which I answered. I checked the group chat I had with my age group in the pack and they were talking about it too. Someone shared a video and I clicked on it. It was Olivia. Apparently, she did a livestream to answer questions and in the short video, she called me a fake. She said I bewitched Andres and that’s why he thinks I am his mate. She said she is ready to expose me to the words.

"And the personal trainer. And the intern from last summer. Send all of them." "Boss—" "Do it." I ended the call before he could argue. My phone buzzed immediately. Walter. I answered. "Don't," Walter said, his voice tight. "Whatever you're about to do, don't." "Too late." "Zane, listen to me—" "Andrew Cooper framed Olive," I said coldly. "He created that deepfake. Used his company's AI technology to destroy her reputation because Sophia paid him to. So yes, Walter, I'm destroying him back. Thoroughly."

"Eh, but you yourself said that I was the most handsome man you ever met until you gave up your own virginity for me." Deg! Olivia felt… really shallow. He really sensed something was wrong. Brothers adopt, return, and virginity. Unlucky! They were like pieces of a puzzle that Olivia couldn't help but find while being Celine. "Okay… how about we do that again now?" asked Lucifer, emphasizing the word again, as if the two words meant different things. Poor Olivia now!

He yelled at her, calling her shameless. "This is fake! That video's been doctored!" Olivia screamed, her hands trembling uncontrollably. But the next second, it was like someone had reached into her throat and cut the sound off. Gasps echoed through the hall. The guests were murmuring, shocked—some had already started recording on their phones. The footage shifted. Within minutes, it cycled through countless other videos. Olivia again and again, always the central figure—only the men were different. Her "partners" were of different races, and some… involved entire groups in a frenzy.

‘Tomorrow will be a big day! In the early morning, the internet was shaken by the video I released last night. It was a sex tape video Olivia having sex with her business partner. Previously, Brian asked the bodyguards, to pick a line about business transaction in exchange to have sex with her. We clearly accuse her to offer sex in exchange to get business project. As the man's identity isn’t there in the video, people really can’t check if it is true. Olivia herself wasn’t in conscious mind because she was under the drugs influence (fibanserin), so she just there enjoying having sex with her bodyguards because she was in high sexual desire.

He said, referring to the combat that happened minutes ago. “Ofcourse,” the corner of Father's lips curved up. He directed his hand to the both female wolvens beside Alpha Reuel. “And this is the Skylarron’s Luna, Elena and their daughter, Stella.” “Pleasure to meet you, Oliver” Elena waved her hand to stop me from bowing my head to her. “I must say the description about your…beauty do not do you justice.” I faked a smile, hoping it doesn't come out as awkward as I felt. Elena wore a smile that brightened her face warmly. Her dark hair was swept to the back, braided and held with pins. “The pleasure is mine, Luna Elena.”

– I let out “Oh Raphael, you should know that I am a little, how can I say this, unstable?” “Drop the act, what do you know about her?” “First my company and my money and then I will tell you what I know” “You can fuck off” “So you can say your goodbye” I look up and I see on his phone a security camera footage, he is streaming live and I can see Olivia sitting on a bed while hugging her legs, she lost some weight and she looks sad.

Her own voice, shrill and cruel, filled the room. "You were just a pathetic placeholder..." Her face drained of color. "Stefano, I..." "The 'perfect socialite' mask is gone, Tiziana," Stefano said, his voice cold. "Everyone knows." Tiziana began to tremble, realizing her carefully crafted victim narrative had just been obliterated. Stefano ran a hand through his hair. "I have PR drafting a statement. We’re calling it an AI deepfake. It’s our only play." He snatched his phone and dialed Celeste frantically.

"Madison is... convenient. Beautiful, connected. But she's not you." I felt my skin crawl. "I'm not interested. I have Roy and Ryan. That's not changing." He sipped his wine, watching me over the rim. "That's the problem," he said softly. "They stand in the way." I started to stand. He slid his phone across the table. I froze. Photos. Me—naked, in compromising positions that never happened. Deepfakes. Good ones. Convincing enough to fool anyone who didn't know better.