Identity Stolen Novels & Stories

, we all chorused as the gates threw itself wide open and we drove to the parking area. “ Mehn, how did you pull that off? What ID was that?” I asked. “ I used to be an intern at the state prosecution office, and when I got employed at Lawsa, I decided to create a fake ID as an actual employee of the state prosecution office. I just wanted to have sort of an unidentifiable means of identification”, he said and stole a glance at me, smiling, “ who knew it would come in handy today”. “ But, since you worked there at the state prosecution office, your database could still be found”, I said, my voice showing that I was concerned.

“We play another game. One where he can’t see the pieces we’re moving.” By morning, I had a plan. I didn’t tell Leti everything. Not yet. Not because I didn’t trust her, but because the fewer people who knew what I was doing next, the better. Esteban helped me forge a new identity—again. This time, with credentials so airtight they’d pass a full INTERPOL sweep. While Leti worked on digging into the international fallout of the Crown File, I vanished into the underworld Jeff had built. I infiltrated one of his dummy startups.

It was him texting back, but this time he sent a picture. < That's my picture. Still think I'm a faker? > he texted. From the view of the picture, it seemed quite cute, but his picture didn't ring any remembrance or sort. He didn't seem like someone I knew, and a picture could be used to disguise identity. Identity theft isn't uncommon, so I needed more than just ordinary pictures. I also wanted answers: why the calls and persistent messaging? < If this is truly you, and you say this is who you are, then why not meet in person? > I texted, awaiting his response.

“So, that’s what this is about? Envy? You ruined my relationship with him because I would’ve accomplished something you never in your wildest dreams would have been able to?” “It doesn’t matter why I did it,” he snaps. Finally, I managed to get under his skin. “Focus on how you’re going to get me my money before I run to the police with these. Identity theft is a crime, you know? Naomi Johnson isn’t a made-up name. It’s a missing person. You’re fucked if the police finds out about this.” “I don’t have any money to give you,” I spit. “Then prepare yourself for prison because that’s where you’re going to go,” he retorts, his eyes hard.

“Two years ago, Adrian set up a hidden account. Large transfers. Mostly anonymous. But recently, money started moving again to an offshore branch under your company’s legal arm.” I stared at her. “That’s impossible.” She met my eyes. “Then you might want to see this.” Inside the folder was a copy of a bank transfer of my company's name on the sender line. And the recipient? Adrian Hale. I felt the air leave my lungs. “He… he withdrew it?” “No,” she said. “He didn’t. Someone’s been using his identity.” I leaned back slowly. “Why are you telling me this?” “Because someone wants him gone, Mr. Cross. Completely. His accounts, his records, even his passport all flagged as fraudulent last week

Aurora asked. “He had excellent forgeries. Social security number, driver’s license, references. Our screening process is good, but it’s not designed to catch professional-level identity theft.” Diego’s expression was grim. “Which means whoever hired him has resources. Connections. Money.” “Goran,” Kieran said flatly. “Almost certainly. But proving it—” Diego shook his head. “Matthews vanished. No trace. Paid in cash, no bank accounts we can track. He’s a ghost.”

On the screen, the Sterling Industrial accounts, the offshore holding companies, even Jack’s personal trust funds—all displayed a flashing red lock icon. "He froze us out," Ben said, his voice trembling. "Cain. He didn't just hack the passwords. He used... you." "Biometrics," Hailey said. The young hacker was sitting cross-legged on the floor, typing furiously on a rig she had cobbled together from the plane's flight computer and her own gear. She popped a bubble of gum. "Since Cain is a clone, his retina, his fingerprints, even his voice print are identical to yours, Boss. He walked into the digital front door of the Swiss banks and marked you as the imposter. The banks think he is Jack Ste

I don't want my family to steal my identity and open up a bunch of accounts under my name and stick me with the bill. A week later, my bank called claiming a woman had entered the bank claiming to be me and wanted to empty my bank accounts and close all my accounts. Luckily, the women working in the bank knew me and quickly notified the police. They attempted to stall the young lady until the police arrived. However, she got suspicious and left. They wanted me to go into the bank to try to identify the young woman. I went to the bank accompanied by Michael and discovered it was my sister Tiffany, who is on probation already.

“You’re walking into your old job with a fake medical record, Lisa. You know that, right? This could blow up.” I took the papers from her hands and set them back down. The fake report looked official enough. Andre’s people had made sure of it. It said I’d been under care after a car accident, had undergone therapy, and was finally fit to return to work. The firm didn’t need more details, and I wasn’t planning to give them any. “Nothing will blow up,” I said quietly. “They’ll just think I’m a woman trying to get her life back.” Riley sighed. “That’s the part that worries me. You’re not that woman anymore. You’re walking into a den of lawyers who think you died. What if they start digging?”

In an instant, the once pure and innocent campus beauty became public enemy number one. A manipulative homewrecker. Everywhere she went, people pointed and whispered. The guys who used to admire her then looked at her with nothing but disgust. Jane could not take the pressure. She was on the edge of a breakdown. Within days, she applied for leave and disappeared from campus. Next was Julian. Someone anonymously reported him to the school, claiming there was fraud in his scholarship application. The school immediately launched an investigation. Everything in the report turned out to be true.