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"What's the matter? You're upset about getting fired and can't let it go? Why did you get all dressed up, huh? To put a can at the entrance so that we can toss you some spare change? "As for that gown and those accessories, which thrift store did you find them in? They look pretty legit." Fiona came barreling up the stage to grab my arm. "How dare you cause a scene here, you shameless old hag! Security! Where's security? Throw her out now!" I flung Fiona's hand off me and strode to the center of the stage. "Sasha Johnson," I said icily. The entire venue went silent. "You used AI's face-swapping technology to create deepfake videos and impersonate being the boss' girlfriend, throwing your wei

“I’ll quit. Just don’t tell Mom or anyone.” He laughs, low and dark. “Quit? Baby, I’m not letting my favorite pornstar disappear. You’re too good at this.” He stands up, towering over me, and grips my chin so I have to look at him. “From now on, you keep making content. But I get private shows. And when I want the real thing…” His thumb brushes my bottom lip. “You open this pretty mouth.” My stomach drops. “Kai, we can’t—” “Too late.” He pulls his phone out and shows me the screenshots. My face is almost visible in one frame. My username. Bank details linked to the account. “One message to Dad and you’re done. So be a good little slut and get on your knees.”

He sat down impatiently and demanded the Commissioner explain what he had been telling him on the phone. The Commissioner cleared his throat and began. "Two men have confessed to involvement in Konstantin's death," the Commissioner said carefully. "The first man, the one you sent us, he's confessing to creating false evidence- the deepfake footage, the manipulated CCTV, the fake witness statements. He's detailing exactly how he did it. He used an advanced AI deepfake software to create a video of you entering Konstantin's residence. He hacked into the security system using credentials that were provided to him. He paid off witnesses to make false statements. Everything is meticulously planne

Headlines, group chats, social media feeds—all screaming the same thing: “Old Intimate Video of Liora and Noah Anderson Leaked Online.” Liora froze. Her hand trembled as she tapped one of the links. “New Scandal: Leaked BDSM Video of Noah Anderson and Liora Wrenford.” “Is This Proof Liora Isn’t the Pure Woman She Claims to Be?” She scrolled through the comments, each one a knife to her chest. “No wonder Xavier chose her, she’s clearly experienced.” “How could the wife of a Wrenford have such a filthy past?” “This video is beyond disgraceful.”

"I heard that lady doctor has a smoking hot body, so you'll never know." To root it all out once and for all, I decided to go on the offensive. I compiled all the evidence—the forensic comparison report proving the video was a deepfake, the official police statement, Kelvin's redacted medical records for his gender reassignment, and the recording of Patrick's extortion attempt. Then, I registered a Facebook account under my real name and posted a long article titled, "The Story of How My Cousin Brought Home a Transgender Fugitive Girlfriend and Used an AI-Generated Revenge Porn Video to Try to Extort Three Apartments From Me".

I spat venomously, eliciting a sarcastic laugh from him. He walked over to my side and stood there, towering above me. “With the resources I have, I can make it seem like you have been sleeping with him for a while now. You saw the neat trick I pulled with the texts and video. I can use deepfake to make rather nasty pictures of the two of you in compromising positions. And nobody would have a problem believing me, I am after all the backstabbed ex-husband,” he voiced in a quivering tone.

Pictures of me and Kade outside the venue, his hands on my waist and us leaving together. God. We looked like a real couple. “They know Kade is your new client.” Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. The elevator feels too small, too hot, too freaking crowded. My lungs almost give up as I see another headline flash across my screen. COULD THE BLACK OUTCAST BE DATING HIS BROTHER’s BEST-FRIEND FOR REVENGE? DIRT BIKER KADE BLACK’s GIRLFRIEND IDENTIFIED AS MANAGER. CLIENT-MANAGER ROMANCE? My eyes squeeze shut. I wasn’t thinking when I asked him to pretend for me, I should’ve ended things there.

( Adrian) I was still in the study when the new message arrived. The dummy account notification lit up my phone like a spark in dry grass. I opened it immediately, heart already racing, and the video loaded. It was longer this time. More deliberate. More devastating. Alessa — because I knew it was her, I would always know — had filmed herself in what looked like a bathroom. She was wearing only a tiny red thong. She started slow, teasing the camera, sliding the fabric aside to show how wet she already was. Then she pushed the thick toy inside herself, moaning softly as it stretched her. She added a second one, filling herself completely, the red thong still stretched tight around both toys.

I’m watching Kent Lippert’s homemade porn. Mesmerized, I watch Kent reach down to touch himself. The woman is in the way – I can’t see any details – but I can tell he’s hard and ready for her. He gives her a loud smack on the ass and, as she gives a little yelp, plunges himself inside her, grabbing her by the hips. The woman’s mouth opens in a gasp that turns into a moan, and suddenly she’s saying his name – I lean forward, fascinated, when suddenly the door next to the television swings open.

"Didn't you say the prenatal report was fake? How could this be?" "She used an AI deepfake software to deceive you! Don't you get it?" Sally shouted, clinging tightly to Quilton. Then, she took out her phone, made a deepfake video of a pregnant woman being cut open, and uploaded a photo of me and the abductors. Soon, a hyper-realistic video appeared. Several of the nearby guests chimed in. "It's true that top AI video creators nowadays can fake anything flawlessly." The wedding guests erupted into an excited frenzy.