Best Fake Diploma Novels & Stories

"Caio wants to possess me, to buy me, to see me surrender. But he prides himself on his image as an 'untouchable visionary.' He wouldn't dirty his hands with crude bank forgery. This smells like something much deeper. Someone is using the war between me and Caio as a smokescreen." The external threat was beginning to take shape like a toxic fog threatening to suffocate them both. For Caio, the discovery of irregularities in his companies was a direct blow to his belief in total control. He, who prided himself on monitoring every heartbeat of the market, now realized there was a cancer growing under his skin, fed by the same arrogance that had made him believe no one would dare betray him. Th

I looked at him but he shrugged, he knew already. "She wasn't so stable from the beginning and as time went by, she became less and less so.” I showed him a few papers, "Here are the sessions we booked with a couple's therapist” . They were fake session receipts one of my very close therapist friend was willing to forge for me. Not for free of course. By the time the deal was done, I was short three million dollars. "Excellent idea there. They'll definitely believe that” he looked impressed, a hilarious concept to me although nothing was funny.

My blood slowly went cold. If I hadn't seen her with my own eyes, I might've actually believed him. I might've thought he saw the electronic wedding invitation I posted online and finally realized his mistake. I simply answered, "Okay." After hanging up, someone sent me a screenshot from Easton's group chat with his friends. He had shared my wedding invitation with them. "Look at this! Wanda is trying to force me into marriage now!" One of his friends replied immediately, "She didn't even put a photo in the invitation. If she's going to fake it, she could've at least done it properly."

The entire class became deathly silent. Zach shouted in disbelief, "Didn't you already change your major? I saw you fill in 'mechanical engineering college' with my own eyes!" The class monitor also shouted along. "Yeah! We all saw it! You applied to a vocational school instead! Did you trick us?" I slowly looked up. "The one you all saw was from a fake webpage I made just for fun. It's made to resemble the official one. I'm not an idiot. Why would I joke about my own future?"

So far, two out of three of his referrals didn't exist and the third denied even knowing him. So far, the only thing credible about him was the fact that he hadgraduated from an Ivy League, his flawless academic records andnearly perfect GPA. His recommendation letters were fake and there were reports in his files stating that he had been suspected of stealing and selling intel from the software company he used to work at before and he was fired after a fellow colleague alleged that he had sexually assaulted her.

My best friend Lola helped me to fabricate a fake design degree certificate that I submitted with my application. The way I was shaking the day I went to submit my application. Being a law graduate I knew I could end up in jail charged for forgery and fraud. I could be sentenced and do time behind bars. The amount of wine I took the day I received a call from House of Horn informing me about my interview. I had made it to the top 6 and they only wanted 4 interns. My heart almost burst my chest open when I got the call again after a week I went to the interview that I was chosen as one of the interns.

Sheila obediently sat down on the sofa next to Killian, like two scolded school children. Joel watched the scene, wanting to laugh but also worried about whether the man his sister had chosen was reliable. He had always been on his sister's side, but this time, he sided with his parents, scrutinizing this so-called "brother-in-law" over and over again. Sheila took out the marriage certificate and the property deed from her bag. Olivia put on her reading glasses, and she and Joel huddled together, examining them closely. Joel suddenly grinned mischievously. "Mom, you can get fake certificates online for a few hundred bucks these days. It might not be real."

If he's really rich, would he even need that amount? I attached a photo of our university graduation certificates, and the internet erupted again. [Yo, that's Benjamin! Check the Southall family's official website. They don't post the heir's photo, but the education history matches. He graduated from that university!] [I'm losing my mind. Everyone's telling her already and she still doesn't believe it. Did Benjamin brainwash her?] People began compiling evidence. They posted screenshots from the official site, shared personal accounts, and claimed they knew him.

“Then fake date.” “What?” I pause for her to laugh, then snort at her ridiculous idea when I realize she’s serious. “This isn't one of your cliche rom-com novels, Bibah.” She smacks my arm, hard this time. “Shut up.” Her eyes glint with determination as she carries on, explaining. “You only have to fake it until graduation, which is in like… weeks from now. It’ll at least solve half of your problems. Let the school think you’re happy and in love so your reputation doesn’t take another hit, work with him so both of you don’t flunk Mate 101, and then mutually dump each other like the dumb-asses that you are after graduation.”

Sophia argued, "What do you care about my background? I graduated from an Ivy League school!" "Oh please! Ivy League? Your dad's a security guard. How could he afford those fees? Is your diploma even real?" Sophia faltered, "I..." Mrs. Brown smirked, "Can't say anything now, can you? How could a security guard afford such expensive tuition? Do you think we're all idiots?" "I graduated from an Ivy League school! If you don't believe me, go check!" "I don't have time for this nonsense. Even if your diploma's real, how did you pay for school? Did your mom cheat money out of other men for you?"