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She continued, "Jason is an outsider to the Hale's, he doesn't have a single blood relative who actually wants to see him happy or successful. I think there are far more fearsome members of the Hale family, Marcus is the least of your worries." Worse? How could anyone be worse than that freak stalker? Samantha's attention snapped back to the tablet as it buzzed with a new notification. A headline rose to the top of her feed, pinned and trending: BREAKING: AI EXPERT CLAIMS SAMANTHA TORRES DOESN'T EXIST – VOICE PATTERN ANALYSIS SUGGESTS DEEPFAKE. Samantha pressed her fist against her mouth to keep herself from laughing like a madwoman. They thought she was AI? What the actual fuck?

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?'

And across from him, a satellite laptop screen glowed with decrypted footage. “Are you sure?” Alexander asked, voice low, deadly. Caleb nodded. “It’s AI generated. Deepfake. The man in the video is not you, but he was made to look like you. We ran facial keypoint detection and forensic analysis, there are micro expressions the AI can’t replicate. It’s a clone built off your public appearances. Whoever made this used highly illegal programs and a disgusting amount of data.” Alexander’s throat was dry. “And Sarah…?” “She saw it,” Caleb said grimly. “We intercepted a trace line from Gerald’s encrypted stream. Her cries? They were real.”

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?”

_I don’t care if he’s mine_. “There is no video,” I said. “There’s always video,” Levinson said. “The question is whether it’s real. Deepfakes are cheap. And Reese Calhoun just bankrolled her legal team.” Reese Calhoun. Ex-CFO. Fired three years ago for embezzling. Now buying judges. Adrian’s hand closed around his coffee mug. Ceramic cracked. “Send me everything,” he said. “Every frame. Every pixel. I want it.”

“You have to believe me, Zara. I don't know who that man is. I have never cheated on my late husband.” “It could be a deep fake,” Krystal said, standing beside Vic. “Okay, that's a good possibility. Can you trace it?” I asked her. “I could but it's going to take some time,” she said and I groaned. “Do it, but do it alone,” I said. “You can use the other investigation for the wrongful termination but this deep fake video is yours.” “You are thinking it will lead straight to Alberta,” Vic said smiling and I nodded. “And if it does it will blow this case wide open.”

I made sure to do a quick edit and made the video four seconds longer. I also slotted some deep fakeAI voice recordings of Dominic calling the orphanage charities a sweet privilege for beggars. No one would ever find out. It was that good. It was enough. Helena’s lips parted slightly. Luigi just swore under his breath. “This is…” she whispered. “This is dynamite.” “I told you.” Luigi leaned forward, eyes narrowed. “I don't get it. Why would you want to ruin your husband? Doesn't that affect you?”

"He chose to take it. That's on him, not me." She continued pacing, clearly enjoying telling me all of this. "Getting Desmond to give me access to your office," she said. "I just had to cry a little, tell him I needed Marcus's old business documents to help him find work. Desmond is soft-hearted. He believed me. He gave me access to everything. Your medical records, your financial accounts, your calendar. Everything I needed." I felt sick. God, Desmond had been so thoroughly deceived. "Then I hired the best hackers money could buy," Victoria continued. "They created those beautiful deepfake videos and photos. So realistic. So convincing. I almost believed them."

“Now let’s catch a monster.” The clock on the monitor read 10:47 AM. Messner tonight. The board meeting in three days. A deepfake creator to hunt. And somewhere in the guest wing, Chloe was picking out photographs of my face to hand to a stranger who would use them to destroy me. But they didn’t know I was listening. They didn’t know I was already ahead of them. And they had no idea what happened to people who tried to burn a woman who’d already walked through fire.