Internet Romance Fraud Novels & Stories

But no one would give me a break. Each rejection chipped away at me a little more. I found myself sitting outside in the cold after another wasted day of job-hunting, staring at the job app on my phone. My fingers hovered over the screen, scrolling through the usual garbage—until that same ad popped up again: “FAKE MARRIAGE, REQUIREMENTS: MUST BE A GOOD ACTOR.” This time, I didn’t laugh. This time, I clicked on it. I stared at the details, reading through the description. It was vague, sketchy, and probably a scam but the promise of money was right there in bold letters. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I read it again, weighing my options.

Angela can be irrational atimes, how can she come up with that kind of plan and expect me to be OK with it. The sound of my phone brought me out of my thought. My boss named appeared on the screen as my Romeo. What does he want now? Signing I picked the call . "Baby snow have you taught of my proposal" the silky voice of Mr DiCaprio resonated from the other side of the phone.

"These three years, I took your money and traveled the world. I invested, I built businesses, I lived a life so good you couldn't begin to imagine it. And you? You spent every day flexing on a machine, thinking you were God's gift to women. Garrett, don't you find that just a little bit sad?" My words flayed him alive. His pride—the one thing he'd always clung to—was under my heel, ground to powder. "You... you used a robot to trick me! That's marriage fraud! I'll have you arrested!" he shrieked. "Go right ahead." I spread my hands, utterly unconcerned. "But before you do, you might want to check your bank balance." Garrett blinked, then fumbled for his phone. When the screen showed a balanc

I'd just flopped face-first onto the bed when my phone buzzed — a push notification for some forum called Mischief & Mayhem. Mischief & Mayhem? Who names a forum like that? Curiosity got the better of me. I tapped in. The first thing I saw was a massive, red-lettered help post pinned to the top: "URGENT! I'm actually an incubus. I've been terrified of scaring my wife with my true form, so I've spent our entire three-year marriage pretending to be cold and celibate. But she just asked for a divorce and I can't hide it anymore... HELP: How do I win her back within 30 days without revealing what I am?"

“Now, you have just confirmed my fears. This boy is 419, a fraudster. He is a rogue, a thief. The gifts were meant to blind your eyes to his true nature.” Later, she got to know that he had always been a dupe. He had duped some big ladies a huge sum of money. That was his business. It was God that saved my roommate. She later became worried about her situation. “Why is it that only the fake ones had been coming? Why should I attract these types of guys, something is wrong with me?” “Nothing is wrong with you, you are a good, honest, disciplined lady, and you will meet the right one. It is good you always find out the truth before it is too late. The world has become wicked that is why it see

Ding! The little chat box on the online dating site lit up like a Christmas tree. Laura sucked the last mouthful of her coffee and gaped at the screen. You have got to be kidding me, Laura thought. Already? She clicked and read a message from “9inluvr”: Hey, babe. I live in the city and so do you, so let’s hook up for some FWB action. She snorted. Oh, sure. Just like that. Yer a catch, Bud. A real romantic.

"because I'm not that stupid. I don't want to get caught—" "don't you trust me?" you looked into his eyes, you swear you have put yourself in deep trouble. but this man is making you experience what is it like in reality instead of fantasy. I can't help to imagine how Ralph would say if he knows that I'm making out and about to had sex with my ex-husband twin. fuck, fuck Genesis. fuck the people around you. you didn't care anymore. you are sick of being a jerk anymore e. you can't take it anymore hu—

She got to Russia and found out she was used, her online lover had professed fake love for her so he could get some of her information. The online lover had ended up being a fake and he didn’t exist. It was a random person that had been playing with her all along. The person had earlier gotten some money from her in the pretense that he wanted to rent an apartment for them both. He had told her it was a loan as he would pay back as soon as possible. She didn’t end up losing only money but her information was used to commit crime.The police arrested her and all her explanations fell on deaf ears as they didn’t believe because it was all her details that was used in committing the crime.

Leaving personal matters within, I shot back, "You are living your life your way, aren't you? Then why can't I? Stop interfering in my personal life." Damien uttered glaring at me, "Don’t you dare to question my life, Ms. McBride. By any chance, if you are telling me to be loyal to you because you are my fiancee then put a thing in your mind that YOU are my fake fiancee. Fake. And I don’t have the useless wish to interfere in your so-called personal life. But unlike you, I have a reputation that will get hampered if you continue falling into a stranger's arms like last night. I won't like the news about my fiancee stepping out from a stranger's place in the early morning or roaming with some

"There is no Sterling here, this is Maxwell." "Actually," the woman's voice dropped an octave, sounding a bit relieved after hearing his name, "Yes… yes, I called specifically for you, Maxwell. I have been trying to reach you all evening." Her voice sounded even more alluring, and to Maxwell that sounded even more like a scammer, trying to lure him with a sweet voice. Maxwell rolled his eyes. He knew exactly what this was. He'd read about these romantic scams before. They hired women with nice voices to charm guys out of their credit card details. Maxwell Sterling? Who even was that? Not him, that was for sure.