Novel & Cerita Forged Authority

With trembling fingers, Elena lifted the cover. The first page carried her name. The second… Bank statements. The third… Property deeds. The fourth… Company registrations. All in her name. Her breathing became uneven. “This…” “…this can’t be real.” “It is.” “I’ve never signed these.” “You didn’t have to.” “He forged them?” “No.” “He had legal authority over certain assets while you were under his guardianship.” She flipped through more pages. There were signatures. Corporate seals. Millions. Hundreds of millions.

Someone had been forging it. My stomach dropped. "Moon Goddess." Jeremy looked equally horrified. "They forged your approval." I grabbed another file, and another, and another. The evidence piled up into dozens of reports, maybe hundreds, every single one of them carrying an imitation of my signature. Whoever did this had studied me carefully. The realization sent chills down my spine. This wasn't just corporate theft anymore, this was deeply personal. Jeremy slammed a file shut. "They planned this. They've been planning this for years."

“A switch? What do you mean by a switch? That’s not possible. My father… my family would have known.” Brandon slides a photocopied file toward her. “This is the transfer authorization. On paper, it looks clean. A formal document signed, sealed, and executed. But when examined more closely—” He pauses, his tone sharpening. “—the signature is forged. Rhys Houston’s signature.”

'All national departments and individuals are obligated to cooperate with this work permit' was written on it. Meanwhile, on the third page was 'Authorized to carry various weapons and execute tasks across regions.' "F*ck me, this is so cool!" exclaimed Faron. Some of the listed rules were basically unrestricted and Wilbur was allowed to do whatever he pleased. There were a few pages left, but Faron did not want to read it anymore. He did not have the authority to do so. Faye was also shocked. She did not know when Wilbur had joined this department and gained that much authority.

"I will not hurt this innocent man, father. Are you insane? Look at these people. They're suffering! Let them go." The king chuckled, "Do not speak to me like that, boy." "Boy? Father, if anything you're the boy. I'm a man. A man has respect, a BOY doesn't really understand the true meanings of that word. A man sees what he wants and earns it, a BOY sees what he wants and tries to take it." Damien spoke, shocking everyone. He then turned to the man on the floor and kneeled down. "Sir, as of today, you are a free man. I will give you food and water, new clothes and a cottage." Everyone gasped.

I asked him, and he sighed. "If your father's signature on the decree was a forgery, then the Unity Law does not stand. The downside is that it will take much convincing, nearly impossible for us to prove. With everyone dancing to Frederick's tune, it will be impossible to achieve," he said.

“Signing this record of expert examination forms the concrete foundation required to secure the maximum penalty against every member of Marcus’s conspiracy, Mr. Registrar. In the real world, impeccably drafted indictments for forgery supported by accurate forensic science represent the absolute instrument needed to dismantle corporate criminals. I have instructed our legal team to submit drafted claims for the recovery of all share rights, so that we may regain full control over every asset belonging to the company. Liora signed her name elegantly on the final page of the official record document concerning the case of forged share certificates at the upstream manufacturing facility. “This s

"Are you sure all is well, Fabian? Are they gone?" "Yes, they have gone," Fabian said, his expression turning grim as his fingers lingered on my shoulder. "I used the ancient reformation exceptions to strip them of their authority. They had no legal right to issue a custody decree against a royal heir, so I gave them thirty minutes to get their convoy off my pack lands before my scouts dismantle their vehicles." A small, breathless laugh escaped my lips. That is so like him, I thought, the raw survivalist in me relishing his complete lack of diplomatic patience.

There was no choice. "Fine!" Finally agreeing to Abihirt's wishes through a desperate gesture. "But please delete that photo from your phone," Moreau continued. She snatched the paper in her stepfather's hand to forge a signature, while the man would comply. Just a few moments and Abihirt had placed the phone on the table. "Did you delete it?" Moreau asked for confirmation. She didn't get an absolute answer, but the man nodded almost faintly. There was no trust to be placed in that. Moreau had taken the initiative to steal her stepfather's cell phone. A phone that was at least still on when Moreau was going to make sure that Abihirt wasn't lying about the man's actions.

Miles moved instantly. His body stiffened. “Eva—” “It’s evidence,” I said calmly. He stopped speaking. Slowly, I placed my phone on the council table and turned it toward the elders. “These are copies of the original authorization records,” I continued. “The ones I actually signed.” The head elder frowned. “And the ones presented last week?” “Forged.” The word hit the chamber like a crack of thunder. Silence followed. Heavy. Sharp. Uncomfortable. Miles stared at me.