Female Face Claims の小説・ストーリー

She replied. I stared at the screen, my pulse roaring in my ears. With a rock on my heart, I pressed the play button. Murphy was blinging in her glittery make-up... Her fake perosna made me gag, "I have been gettiing alot of messages from poeple around the world. Some calling me bitch and some calling me a homewrecker but the truth is, some woman don't know how to keep their man to themselve..." The audacity of this woman...

There are women everywhere! - And... She climbs onto me and looks me straight in the eyes: - Are they pretty? - Huh? - You heard me very well! Are those women in your company beautiful? - No... they’re not pretty! They’re very ugly! - Are you serious? I hope you’re not lying! - Of course not! Why would I lie to you? They’re all ugly!

She whispered, barely loud enough to reach the microphone, “That’s not me! I never said that! Someone… Someone’s framing me!” She turned toward the crowd, arms trembling at her sides, “I swear! That’s not my voice! It’s fake, someone is setting me up!” Her voice cracked. Her eyes glistened. And right on cue, the tide began to turn. “She looks devastated…” “But what if she’s telling the truth?” “That technology exists now, doesn’t it? Deep Fakes, AI?” “Poor girl…” I narrowed my eyes, the disgust curling in my chest as a few soft-hearted fools started to murmur pity for her.

“Completely false.” . “I am not pregnant,” I continued, my tone steady. “And I have never been pregnant.” More movement in the room. More attention. Good. “The claims about an engagement involving me are also false,” I added. “There is no engagement. There has never been an agreement, formal or informal, between me and anyone regarding marriage.” I leaned slightly forward, my hands resting calmly on the table. “What you are witnessing is a deliberate attempt to attach my name to a narrative that does not exist.”

She stared at me, her eyes narrowing as she tried to decipher who I am. "Did I change so much that you can't recognize me? Or has old age taken a toll on your eyes," I joked, a fake smile adorning my face. These church women were wolves in sheep's clothing. They'll come to you concerned. But once they get a bit of information about you, the entire church will hear about it. "I too don't recognize you. Nothing is wrong with my eyesight. I'm younger than Mrs Peters," Mrs Bradley, the talker one amongst them chipped in.

But I was distracted, thinking about the small changes in Ethan, the gentle way he’d worked beside me. After dinner, I changed into comfortable clothes and checked my phone. There was a new work notification about a story that needed urgent coverage. I scrolled through the details, reading about a young woman who had gone to a popular beauty clinic for a cosmetic procedure. The surgery had gone badly wrong, and now her face was badly scarred. The clinic refused to take responsibility or refund her money. She wanted to recover what she’d lost, but she didn’t want her identity revealed. Out of dignity, she refused to show her face or use her real voice on camera. She was embarrassed, scared, a

The woman in the supermarket car park did not have Catwoman's line. None of them did. I closed the tablet and handed it back to Zane. "Well?" he said. "No." "That's it? Just no?" "They're not her." I picked up my phone. "None of them are anywhere near her." Zane uncrossed his ankles and leaned forward. "Julian. Fifteen women have publicly claimed to be the person you've been trying to find for four years. Does that not—" "It tells me she's significant enough that people want to be her," I said. "Which I already knew." I pulled up the Dubai security contact's number. "It also tells me that whoever she actually is, she's watching this happen and finding it either amusing or alarming. Probably

a reporter called out "do you know these women? Is what they are saying true?" Jia froze, her heart pounded against her ribs. She stared at the women, her lips parting slightly but no sound came out. Her mind raced. Who were they? Why were they saying this? She shook her head slowly "I don't know them and..” "She doesn't know them and everything they are saying are all lies" Elena cut in sharply, stepping forward. The women erupted in rage. "We are not liars!" one snapped "She's a cheap actress, who goes around sleeping with men for benefits”

The media loved that kind of picture. My communications director stood near the screen. “We’ve released three official statements already,” she said. “And?” “They slowed things slightly.” “Slightly,” I repeated. She nodded. “Unfortunately the emotional angle is gaining traction.” One of the assistants changed the screen to a collection of news headlines. “Powerful Fashion CEO Faces Identity Challenge From Pregnant Woman.” “Who Is the Real Victoria?” “Legal Battle Leaves Expecting Mother in Uncertain Future.” I leaned back in my chair and watched the headlines scroll past. “They’re not accusing me directly,” I said.

As she clicked on the account belonging to him, she realized that was a lie, and this made her wonder what was it that caused him to say those. His account was big, judging by the amount of followers. “Whoa! That liar! He had an account,” Aera commented, “Seriously, this is so annoying.” Knowing Jiyeon’s shift of mood, Aera patted on her shoulder and stated, “That man is surely a scum. Don’t think about him anymore. He isn’t worthy of your feelings. He is totally playing you, and it doesn’t sit well with me how you are letting him play you.”