James Charles Deepfake Romane & Geschichten

“James is military-trained. If he catches me—” “Charles,” I interrupted, in a deadly voice. “I know where you live. I know your real name isn’t Charles. I know about the waitress you see every Tuesday night at Verona’s. The one with the mole above her lip. You like her enough to pretend you’re not a scumbag, don’t you?” “I—please—” “I also know about the debts,” I added, my tone still casual. “The ones you’ve been dodging. Those people you owe? They don’t scare me. But I imagine they’d be delighted if I passed along your new address.”

“Excuse me? How dare you speak to me like—” I pulled out my phone, swiped to the video, and shoved it toward her face. The footage played on full volume, her unmistakable laugh, the way she pressed herself against Marcus Hale, one of my longest-serving board members, kissing him like a desperate slut in that hotel lobby. The way his hands roamed over her body near the elevator. Veda stared at the screen. For a second, she froze. Then she tried to recover. “That… that isn’t me,” she said quickly, her voice rising in pitch. “Calder, someone must have edited this. Deepfakes are everywhere these days. You can’t possibly believe—”

RONALD The flashes were blinding. A hundred tiny lights exploding in my face as I stood behind the mic, my tie knotted too tightly around my neck. I didn’t flinch though, I kept my posture straight, my face calm and tone measured. The statement had already been written and memorized. “The viral video circulating online involving myself and my fiancée’s brother is a deep fake, an AI-generated fabrication with malicious intent. I am currently engaged to my fiancée, Kyla Johnson, and our wedding plans are proceeding as scheduled.”

Just then, James stopped and shielded me from the reporters before turning to them. “The scandal is all a lie. We all know how crazy AI is these days. They can make anything look real. Freya and I have nothing with each other. Why will I cheat on my girlfriend? I might not look like it, but I'm faithful to my girlfriend.” He explained and I fought the urge to scoff at his righteous words. Faithful, my foot. “Mr James, there has been no appearance of your so-called girlfriend until this scandal. How can we be sure this is not a plan to cover up the scandal?” The reporter asked again and I narrowed my eyes at him, wondering how he had seen through our facade.

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?

She whipped her head around to look at me. I chuckled coldly, fed up with her sheer stupidity. She truly deserved whatever happened to her. At that moment, Sarah finally regained her composure and pointed a finger at me. "I can prove this video is fake! Ever since university, Jonathan has been jealous of Lenard. More than once, he's told me he wants to utterly destroy Lenard. I never thought he would be so obsessed that he'd go as far as to create a deepfake." She paused, putting on a heartbroken expression. "In truth, Jonathan and I are the ones in that video. He just edited Lenard's voice in afterward. That's exactly the sort of thing he's an expert at, isn't it?"

she said over and over again hoping that the lawyer believes her. Mr James gasped moving his hand gently to his phone, he clicked on the voice recording application without her knowledge, he cleared his throat “what did you just say? Are you saying that Charles came with fake papers? I don’t understand.” She nodded “that’s exactly what I am saying, he came with fake papers, he plans to take everything from Melanie and render her homeless, he isn’t whom you think he is sir, Charles is a monster who maltreats his wife cause he knows she is sick and would never remember, you must not let him do this to my best friend” she said bitterly.

I had never imagined I would one day need them for such a dramatic purpose. That very night, Charles went live, trying to spin his narrative. "Those chat records are mostly forgeries!" he declared, his voice tinged with desperation. "And those sweet nothings? She forced me to say them; they didn't come from my heart!" His expression twisted in feigned anguish as he pleaded, "My wife's death was tragic enough. You may not believe me, but please don't tarnish my name!" His display of suffering worked wonders on some viewers. "Let's not overlook the fact that his first wife did jump to her death, right? That wretched woman drove her to it! How can we trust anything she says?"

The cameras snapped in rapid bursts. “I want to start by saying,” he began smoothly, “that I am a man of integrity. These accusations being circulated online are false. They are lies generated to damage my reputation.” Reporters called over one another. “What about the videos?” “Are you denying you’re in them?” “Multiple women have come forward…” He raised a hand, a gesture of practiced control. “The so-called ‘videos’ you’re referring to are AI-generated fabrications. Deepfakes. In this digital era, anyone can make anything. That is not me.”

Seraphina screamed hysterically, "T-That's fake! That's a fake recording! Deepfake AI! Chloe deliberately slandered me!" "Deepfakes?" Chloe tilted her head, her aura pressing against Seraphina until the woman's knees trembled. "The timeline, bank transactions in Switzerland with serial number 994-00-B, down to the DNA on the hotel bed sheets that my team has collected... Do you want me to dissect them all one by one in front of the assembly of werewolf elders?" Seraphina stumbled backwards, her dress caught on a chair, falling embarrassingly. Her holy falsehood, her "White Lotus" mask that had drugged Julian for three years... was crushed to pieces by Chloe's merciless high heels.