Best Fake Diploma Novels & Stories

I glanced at them one last time, then turned and left with Emily. … The verdict came down. My mother was sentenced to three years. Kyle received one and a half years. The case even made the news. The internet dug Kyle up completely. The "elite UK graduate" he had bragged about turned out to be a fake university—one that issued diplomas in exchange for money. Someone also leaked chat records of him flirting with married women abroad. His carefully crafted "rich, handsome, elite" persona shattered into pieces. Relatives began calling again. But their tone had completely changed.

he asked. She shook her head. "You actually brought this fake certificate," he said, dropping the certificate on his desk. "To apply for a job here. Are you fucking serious?!" he yelled. She flinched. "I didn't... I am sorry, please..." she stuttered helplessly. He scoffed. "You know, five years is fucking tiny to make me forget your educational background, Giselle." Tears rolled down her eyes. "You are just a high school graduate. Did you really think you could outsmart me with this?" He pointed down at the certificate.

“No need to beat around the bush. Just tell me what you've been hiding from me all this time." “What I want to say is that you are smart, you are the best graduate of my university. But with thousands of applicants to doctoral programs every year, your application will be lost among other prospective students. I don't want them to waste a great student like you just because they were overwhelmed by sorting through the applicants. So, I contacted an acquaintance of mine and asked him to help me.” “That's cheating! You're doing nepotism again!" Shanon screeched in anger and panic.

I cursed at my mother inside of me, I would not be stuck with this total stranger not agreed to be a fake bride if she hadn't filled me as a guarantor and fled. Daniel is an intelligent man, no doubt about that. He already knew I wouldn't have a choice. He found out I had a debt dangling around my neck, he knew why I did this fake bride thing. He was trying so hard to make me regret my decision and punish me for it.

—No, at the moment I don't want my mother to see you so tell me where to meet. "In my office then," he stood up. "Do we have a deal?" He shook my hand. "Sure." I shook it too. I felt a little shock of electricity when that happened. Perhaps Oliver could sense it too because he withdrew his hand immediately. "See you tomorrow, Miss Aileen." He left my house, leaving me completely speechless. I'm sure he's wondering why I didn't insult him or say things to him. The truth was he had no courage, he had cried for a long time but at last he had the opportunity he wanted. I didn't care if I had to pretend to be very in love with Oliver in order to have my scholarship and to continue studying, to gr

“Thanks a lot for the effort, Jessica. But even I want to fake my identity... where do I begin? I don’t only need to appear like a twenty-five-year-old graduate. I also need to show them proof that I am a graduate. Actual credentials. How am I supposed to manifest a fake bachelor’s degree out of thin air?” A slow, mischievous smirk spread across Jessica’s face. “You really think I didn’t think this through before I dragged you over here?” “What do you mean?” I furrowed my eyebrows. “I know a guy. He specializes in faking resumes, and his work looks flawless. All you have to do is say the word, and he’ll print out official-looking graduation transcripts for you. No one will ever know.” I slow

She smiled brightly, then her head tilted, noticing my expression. “Why do you look so sad? You just won the lottery!” She nagged. “It’s fake,” I replied. I couldn’t hold it in. Apart from the fact that I needed them to understand the situation, I couldn’t lie to my close friends. “He’s forcing me. He has something on me, and he’s using it to make me his fake girlfriend. He needs to fix his reputation.” I explained and the room went silent. Jenna and Annette exchanged glances, then they both started laughing.

Frank scoffed and asked, "What good news could you possibly have?" I pulled out an application form and explained, "This university is really prestigious, but you only have to pay an additional five million dollars on top of the base price to secure a spot. It's the perfect place for Ethan. He can just use the money that I transferred to him earlier to pay the fees." "Oh my god! Isn't this the third-best university in the entire world? You'll get to mingle with the elites if you're a student there." "I spent about 30 or 40 million dollars in the past, but I still wasn't able to secure a spot."

Outside the window the city moved in its indifferent way, glass and light and distance, and I thought about how strange it was to be sitting in this office negotiating the terms of a fake relationship with a man I’d met over pasta and forced proximity twenty-four hours ago. “There’s something I haven't finished explaining last night,” Adrian said. I looked at him. “The reason my parents need to believe this is real.” He leaned back slightly, unhurried, choosing the words with the care of someone who didn’t use more than necessary. “There is someone I’ve been involved with. The relationship has become, in my parents’ view, a liability. Particularly my father. He’s given me a timeline.” “To en

I couldn't tell her the truth, so I had to give her a version of reality that made sense. “I need you to give me a job at your company,” I explained. “I don't actually have to come into the office, but I need the paperwork. I need to be able to show her that I’m working as a secretary. That way, if I’m away from home for a few days at a time, she’ll just think I’m busy with work or staying near the office. I’ll tell her I got a job with Mr. Everett’s firm.” Mr. St. Clair’s eyes sparkled. “That’s a brilliant idea! I’ll have my people prepare everything you need—the contract, the ID, the formal offer. Whatever it takes to make it look official.”