Fictitious Disclaimer Novels & Stories

Kai walked over and stretched out his hand to flick her forehead. “Don’t be silly. Clayton is just a foreign investor. Although he has a high status abroad, he doesn’t have many interests involved in the country, so the platform is not very concerned. They’re just doing this for the hype and traffic. There are people behind the scenes that are pushing for it, so the platform released it.” Nicole picked up the iPad and continued to read about it. She had some doubts. According to her understanding of Clayton, Nicole could not guarantee that it was all fake.

“Now I know that he drinks earl grey tea. Forrest, mate. Don’t you get in trouble using a fake name?” “People fake everything nowadays. It’s not that he committed a crime that they could connect them to Forrest,” Pyke answered. “I didn’t commit any crimes. I didn’t fake anything. My accent maybe, but my citizenship is still British. You just imposed that I am American.” They went silent and looked at each other. “Have anyone checked my IDs?” When they didn’t reply, I answered, “That’s what I thought.” The document I passed on my application was forged, but no one suspected me. I couldn’t use my MIT diploma and my actual name because it would be suspicious. I actually committed fraud.

It's the night before the college entrance exam. I pack and move out on the same day because I have already been admitted to Starward University through the guaranteed admission program. I also give all my notes and almost-new belongings to my roommate, Sonya Bradshaw, who's from a poorer family. For the past three years, I'd practically covered all of her living expenses, fed her yummy food every day, and even let her come along to my expensive extra tuition classes for free. Sonya has already turned to leave the dorm as I am leaving. However, she suddenly stops in her footsteps and turns to look at me. I assume that she's just going to say something mushy about parting with me, but t

Knight. “Just tell who you are, Ilona. Girl staff, at the marketing division, we meet at work, just simple! No need to make things up!” explained Eldrian. "Wow, what if he found out we were fake dating? How will I if I get fired?" said Ilona worriedly. “No way, my father is not a person who likes to fire his staff. Besides, I'm the one responsible for office management, my father has no control over office matters. He's retired!” explained Eldrian.

The gossip beast had been fed—and now it was on steroids. Fallout Mia tried defending me once on her story. A simple text on a black background: “Not everything you hear is true. Grow up.” But someone replied with a fake picture of me “kissing” Nick. (Spoiler: it was AI-generated. The lighting didn’t even match. My arm was literally fused to the table.) Mr. Douglas started acting tense. Like avoiding-eye-contact tense. He even skipped calling my name for roll once. Probably worried I’d sue him or something.

All with my name on them. But I've never seen them before. I've never made these transactions. I've never had offshore accounts. This is all fake. But it looks real. And people are believing it. My phone rings again. Diana. I answer. "Please tell me you didn't do this," she says without preamble. "I didn't! Diana, I've never seen these documents before! Someone fabricated them!" "Who?" "Victoria. It has to be Victoria." "Do you have proof?" "No, but who else would do this?"

"Can you trace it?" "I can try," I said. But whoever made this did not wish to discover. "Do it," she said softly. I hesitated. My chest tightened. "If I do this, I can't unsee it." "You already can't," she replied. I swallowed and kept typing. The more I went in, the stranger it was. The node was disguised in three fake companies and two deceased investors. People who had died years ago. I checked the dates. My hands began to shake.

"Once it's done, the remaining nine hundred thousand will be in your account." The voice on the other end came through a voice changer, cold. The dirt Felix was offering was manufactured. All of it. Using the fragments of memory from his other life, he'd cobbled together fake financial statements from Fairfax Group's early years. And paid someone in the backpacker circuit to doctor photos of me with various business executives into fake "pay-for-play" tabloid material. The man on the phone didn't hesitate.

The report landed in Imara's inbox at nine fourteen and she was in Nia's office by nine thirty with her laptop and the specific expression of someone who had been looking for something and had found considerably more than they expected. "Three fabricated elements," Imara said, opening the report. "The signature micro pressure inconsistencies that wouldn't survive scrutiny. The transfer record references a clearing house code that didn't exist at the date on the document. And the account closure date." She looked at Nia. "Stellan's team got the account number right. They got your signature close enough to fool a casual review. But they closed the account on the wrong date." "How wrong." "Elev

"So what do I do?" "For now, keep her calm and safe. Don't confront the engagement directly, but don't actively feed the fantasy either. Be kind, but maintain boundaries. And Nick…" His voice grew more serious. "There's something important you need to understand." "What?" "What you did qualifies as falsifying information. You signed hospital discharge documents claiming to be the legal responsible party for someone you have no real relationship with. Technically, I should report you." My heart started pounding.