Identity Fraud Roblox Novels & Stories

"But someone else has been using his identity ever since." The room spun slightly and Seraphina gripped the edge of the table. “How is that possible? How can someone just—" "Identity theft is easier than you think," Detective Marquez said. "Especially when the person whose identity you're stealing doesn't have any close family left. The real Marcus Webb was an only child. His parents died years ago. No wife, no children and no one to notice that he'd been replaced." Adrian's fists clenched beneath the table.

Elias whispered: “We can’t classify by similarity.” “Why?” Sarah asked. “Because legitimate emerging selves borrow language and identity too.” Dawn had once used Anna’s voice. Vale used Sarah’s surname. Others used borrowed memories. A false positive could erase actual people. A false negative could let a mimic through. Root’s face tightened. “Then behavior.” Mara shook her head. “People can behave badly.” “Capability.” “People can be dangerous.” “Origin signature.” “Unknown.” “Consistency.”

“Did you or did you not open an account at Banco Sabadell in June?” “No. I’ve never banked with Sabadell…” “Your signature is on the application.” He shows me the document. It’s my signature, my handwriting, my identification documents. “But I didn’t sign this…” “Then someone forged it. Someone with access to your personal information and identification. Someone like your father.” Marina is flipping through pages. “This is identity fraud. My client is a victim…” “Or a co-conspirator who is now claiming ignorance because her father conveniently died before he could testify.”

“It was one of the biggest and last financial scams our family ever experienced.” I felt my heartbeat quicken. “My father spent years trying to find them, but he only found a name,Alexander Roth. They kept changing countries. Changing identities. Changing company names. They were always one step ahead.” I looked at Adrian carefully. “And you’re saying…” “I’m saying Alexander Roth isn’t who you think he is.” The words hung heavily between us. I looked away. That couldn’t be possible. Alexander had seemed professional. Calm. Confident. Everything about him looked genuine.

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.

-=Jayden's Point of View=- Jayden Andrada never forgets! I would never in a million years forget the mistake that stupid woman made toward me. What does she think? I'll let it slide since she admitted her mistake and apologized to me. I lost a billion-dollar account just because she didn't make sure that she was kidnapping the right person. When I got to the office that morning, the first thing I did was meet with Arman. Arman is the private investigator I hired to investigate the woman who abducted me, and I trust Arman to get the information I needed in a short amount of time.

He gushes and I laugh smiling. “I wouldn’t miss it.”I say. Another lie. By autumn, Isabella Rossi would likely have ceased to exist. She’d served her purpose and like every identity before her. People often imagined creating false identities was glamorous. It wasn’t. Every alias was a temporary funeral, You build a life, fill it with believable details, collected acquaintances and celebrated birthdays that weren’t yours. Remembered schools you’d never attended and created memories that never happened. Then one day…You just kill that person.

I saw fake accounts, multiple identities, and financial fraud. But one thing caught my eye. Tyler wasn’t his true identity. I slowly looked up. “This man isn’t just a fraud,” I said slowly. Liam nodded grimly. “That’s exactly what I’m worried about.” He took a slow sip from his glass. “And if we don’t figure out who he really is soon..” his eyes darkened slightly. “Bianca might be in so much trouble.”

“Because I have a thing for bitches with shady pasts. Anyways, I ran a facial recognition through plenty plenty of databases around the globe for women, or children whom matters her appearance. I came up with a lot of names. Like finding a thin hay stick in a hay stack.” He looked at me. “Anything else you got for me?” I was silent for a moment, flashing through my memory banks for anything helpful. “I am guessing the boy is not on any record too.” “Yep.” “Tell me. How can someone pulled this off?” “Well-” He Left his seat and grabbed himself a juice box. “ they either had a real identity before and now they have a made up one or they had a fake identity and not they have a real one Or-”

Evidence scattered everywhere, documenting purchased online trolls, manufactured public opinion, and coordinated cyberbullying campaigns against innocent people. "Take a good look at what you've been doing under that 'socialite fraud buster' title of yours! Sean, those so-called 'fake socialites' she exposed, were they really gold diggers trying to take someone's money? Those people were innocent nobodies who did nothing wrong! "And for the record, my bag, my watch, and my car are all real. Here are the purchase receipts. Georgina called them fakes because she was jealous!" Evidence rained down everywhere, tearing open the truth about what this so-called ultimate fraud buster had really been