Identity Fraud Maze 1 Novels & Stories

I couldn't afford to become distracted. Mingmei was in her first year of university. It didn't take long for me to add myself to their roster of professors under the guise of Dr. Jayden Woodgate. An alias I had chosen in order to make the school believe I was who I said I was. I had chosen not to steal someone else's identity for fear that my plan would be discovered. It would be far easier to create an identity instead. All I had to do was make my identity seem as real as possible, and they wouldn't become suspicious. It took a while to create such a deep hack. I didn't want to risk anyone figuring out what I was about to do.

, he said. "I really appreciate all your efforts. So, what did you find?", Rita said. She was itching for information, anything at all that could help her unravel the mystery that seemed to be her life. "The message was sent from a burner phone that we traced from a pick'n'go shop downtown. The person who sold the phone her no idea who the buyer is", he said. "So that means, the identity of this person is still not known?", Rita asked. "I'm afraid yes but we're working on finding out who this person is", he said.

The collapse of a manufactured identity doesn't occur when the corporate servers Downtown cut your access lines or when the legal teams freeze your assets; it reaches its terrifying domestic climax when the heavy brass latch of a stolen bedroom door is thrown open, and the man you thought you had permanently blinded forces you back down the stairs to stand face-to-face with your own reflection. When a proud protector finally wakes up to the layout of his own errors, his mercy drops to absolute zero, transforming his large, authoritative frame into an executioner who steps across the threshold not to argue against your face, but to cast you out into the freezing light. There are no more scri

He looked up, a gold tooth glinting in the dim light. I didn't hesitate. I pushed out another stack. The man stuffed the cash into his jacket, then leaned forward, his voice low. "One week. But I gotta warn you, lady—once you use this new ID, the past has to be dead and buried. The Moretti family has eyes and ears everywhere in this country. You leave one single trace, they'll find you." I stood, my heels clicking sharply on the concrete floor. "I understand." My resolve was steel.

They were escorted down different hallways. Aiden’s pulse thrummed through him as he walked, each footstep echoing in his skull like a ticking clock. He had minutes. Maybe less. Minutes before they realized one of the IDs did not match the database. They would not find anything under this identity, not a trace. No criminal record. Nothing to tie him to the name “Aiden.” But if they dug deeper… If they cross-checked fingerprints.... He would be done. The officer behind him spoke gruffly.

"Whoever this fake Ryan is, he better hide well because he's in deep trouble." Josh's voice was grim. "I know. Identity theft carries a sentence of up to 15 years in prison. We'll need to investigate further." I hung up the phone, my mind racing with possibilities. Who was this person, and what did he want?

In less than six hours, it had already crossed sixty-five. The next phase was already in motion. The federally backed digital identity infrastructure. Once that system went live, even the government would be dependent on my company. Hospitals. Courts. Registries. Every institution will sit up on accountability. I couldn't screw this up for anything. I pushed the door open and stopped in my tracks when I saw Crystal standing so close to Noah that I felt like breaking something immediately. "Crystal?" I called immediately without hesitation. She was fucking smiling at him like he was sharing some good news with her or something.

She walked over and poured herself a glass of water before sitting down at the table to go through the required paperwork. Deciding that her new persona was going to be in charge here, she used her full name, Lisa, at the top of the forms. She answered the general information questions; her address, date of birth, occupation, etc. She filled in the parts asking for her driver’s license number (which she didn’t have), Medicare number, passport number, and all the things needed to prove she was who she was. With each new section she filled in, she felt more at ease. Knowing that they required her to prove her identity meant that DomMPF had to prove his too and that if anything went wrong, then

Conner and Anisa were forced to their knees. Anisa's face had swollen badly, and blood still seeped from one ear, but she kept struggling. "Mr. Randall, save me. I'm carrying your child." She clung tightly to Conner's arm as if it were her last lifeline. Conner's eyes shifted slightly. Floyd picked up a manila envelope from beside him, shook out the documents, and tossed them on the floor one by one. The first document was Anisa's actual academic record. She had dropped out of high school and had never studied abroad. Her so-called MBA from a prestigious business school was a fake certificate she had bought on the black market for eight thousand dollars.

Then she climbed onto her lap and said, “I love you more momma.” She buried her head in her chest. Sarah ran her hands through her daughter’s hair lovingly. The screen on the left lit up with a message, ‘You have a visitor, Mr. Zen. Identity unknown.’ ‘Identity Unknown’ there was only one person whose profile turned up results like this. Did that mean Mr. Roy was here already? He was about to tell the probot to let him in but then he halted. If Mr. Roy could delete his digital identity, others could too. It was always better to be safe than sorry.