Best Fake Diploma Novels & Stories

Kaia screeched, "This is impossible! We've worked together for so long. How could I not know you were Mr. Linden's daughter? If you really had that kind of background, why would you hide it?" In a calm and unhurried manner, I smiled and said, "Thanks for bringing that up. You just reminded me that we still haven't settled the matter of your falsified job application and your deliberate destruction of the company's official seal. "You claimed on your resume that you graduated from an overseas university. I looked into it myself. That institution is nothing more than a diploma mill where you can buy a degree as long as you pay enough money. "Weren't you planning to jump ship to Auva Tech? I've

"Let's do it! I'm with Gavin!" "Yeah! We're basically already Pemberton students. What's wrong with sticking a vocational school in the system just to mess with it?" "This is incredible! Imagine showing up to Pemberton on the first day with vocational school paperwork. Everyone's jaws will hit the floor! This is our graduation blowout!" One by one, the students pulled out their phones, logged into the official application portal, and deleted their first- and second-choice universities without a moment's hesitation. Every last option was replaced with the lowest-tier diploma mill they could find.

"Tell him. But remember this: if my career goes down, my dad loses his investments. And if Richard gets pissed off enough to dissolve this new marriage, your mother goes right back to the gutter. No more expensive dresses, no more imported marble. She’ll be broke again, Elena. All because you couldn't play along." My eyes instantly went wide. He pulled back, his eyes scanning my pale, trembling face with a terrifying satisfaction. He tapped the pink notebook against my chest. "Be a good little girl and be my fake fiancée for the season, Elena. Because if you say no, the entire campus reads your little diary tomorrow morning and finds out what a dirty, desperate, fantasizing little slut you r

That look would have made me blush before, but right now, it made me feel disgusted. ‘You look beautiful,’ his eyes roved all over me. I scoffed. ‘You shouldn’t be in here.’ ‘Ha! And miss dad announcing your sham of an engagement?’ He laughed. ‘I know you both are lying. Xavier’s never committed to anyone. He’s a player. You’ve never read the tabloids, Harper?’ I wanted to yell at him, tell him to go to hell for making my life miserable, but I didn’t. ‘Get out of here, Stan,’ I simply said, my voice surprisingly calm.

But something was different, their expression was… reserved, impatiently awkward and a tadbit frightened to speak up. “Hey, seems like Talia got herself in a bit of trouble, I can't figure out why her name is buzzing all over the school's internet,” I said. Kyle stepped forward, gulping hard as he pointed his screen towards me. “You need to see this,” he mumbled. “See what?” I fixed my eyes on his screen, then I heard it. I watched Bambi deceive Talia into admitting a ‘false truth’. “Yes, I'm pregnant,” No, it wasn't true. It had to be an ad, a deep fake, a promotional shoot. Something.

He put down the glass and snorted, “Aren't you the same boy who had me ‘take care’ of a kid when he was in kindergarten just because he called you dum-dum?” “I could have improved” “No you haven't. You're just a dum-dum, what are you even gonna go there and study?” “Drugs?” Sidney responded nonchalantly and Rafael shook his head. “You're not got at nothing... I studied in Ireland and I was at the top” Sid giggled, “Okay Mr. Perfect. What did you graduate with?” “Me?, I graduated with first class” <=(Liar, he never finished college) “I wanna see your diploma and degree certificate”

So today, I woke up at five in the morning to prepare for his first interview day. Of course, Paimon cheated. He used his demonic powers to conjure a complete resume and educational background. He applied as an Operations Manager at one of the top firms in New York. They asked for credentials, so he snapped his fingers and materialized a Harvard diploma with honors, a forged transcript, and even graduation photos with him posing in a cap and gown. That’s also when I finally learned his full name: Paimon Kunst Philosophie Wissenschaft. It sounded like three departments at a European university rolled into one.

I clicked through with shaking hands, my coffee forgotten. The piece was devastating. Thorough, meticulously researched, and absolutely damning. The journalist had obtained copies of Valeria's fake diploma, interviewed the "university" that supposedly issued it (which turned out to be a diploma mill shut down by the state five years ago), and traced the timeline of how she'd used these credentials to secure her position at Morretti Development. But it went further than just the fake degree. The article detailed every deal Valeria had claimed credit for—including the Hartwell contract—with interviews from the actual clients involved. James Hartwell was quoted extensively:

"Well, the thing is Zoey… my asshole father is blackmailing me into marriage. I won't have access to the family companies if I refuse. Thought he would change his mind eventually but he didn't. That night at Club Ace's, my intentions were pure. I only wanted to help you plus I somehow thought you looked familiar, so I came to talk to you. You know the rest, now here we are. I just forgot to…" "You forgot to what?" "To make you a deal," he starts to explain, cupping his hands out in front of him. My eyes follow his hand movements. "You would be my fake fiancée, and I will provide you with things indispensable for living within the time span I was given— a year. At the end of the time you'll g

Watching her being so easily manipulated by the two of them, I let out a cold laugh. "If you're going to accuse me of forging my credentials, then bring the evidence. Making things up out of nowhere like this is what actually lands people in prison." Andrew smirked triumphantly. "You want evidence? I've got it!" He pointed to my profile on the company website. "Hmph. A Master's degree in Business Administration from the University of Malrion? What a joke! If you didn't even finish high school, then where did this degree come from? Did it just fall in your lap out of thin air?"