Internet Romance Fraud Novels & Stories

" I finally had her address, but I wasn't about to just storm over there. Since she had meticulously engineered a scam back then just to call me stupid, I wanted to see if she could escape a romance scam tailored specifically for her. I found a local florist. "I need you to deliver a bouquet of roses to this address. Include a card with some cheesy, AI-generated romantic lines. Deliver them at 10:00 am every morning, for five days straight." The florist teased, "Trying to win her over in just five days? Aren't we moving a bit fast?" I smiled. "Five days is exactly how long it takes to form a habit. When I abruptly vanish on the sixth, she'll be the one moving fast."

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"Pig-butchering scam" was a telecom and online fraud scheme that originated from Solandria. Using computer technology, the scammers created fake profiles and randomly found targets in society. The first step was to get the victims' trust. Then, they would move on to defraud their targets of their private property and wealth. Nothing in Hazel's profile remotely suggested that she was a gullible person, though. Meanwhile, the article, 'Freaky Death of Galesmere College Female Student' had made the rounds all over the trending topics.

he replied. "Did you obtain a marriage certificate?" she inquired. "Yes." "Where did you get it from?" "City Hall." "Is it a legitimate marriage certificate processed by the official department?" "Yes." "Then you should plead not guilty," Iris stated confidently. The man looked bewildered. "They told me my guilt is confirmed and I could face five to ten years." "How much did you profit from this arrangement?" Iris asked. "80,000." "You can plead not guilty. For a fraud charge to hold, there must be fabricated facts. You and the woman married legally, and the marriage certificate is valid. How can that be deemed a fake marriage?" Iris immediately managed to identify the key points.

Sebastian was holding his sides in laughter. “The main point was, he got scammed again. That girl weaved a tragic story, saying that her father has Uremia and a kidney transplant that required five hundred thousand. She didn’t have the money, so she had to work a lot of jobs every day. He believed her and transferred her the money,” Gary supplemented. “Ahem ahem ahem… Isn’t this the same trick that you fell for the last time you tried online dating? Bro, only you would fall into the same trap twice.” Sebastian couldn’t resist rolling his eyes at Henry.

The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that

I tried to have a positive outlook of the whole thing, but the future didn’t look too bright for my dating life. “Let us just rest first Cyan, you cannot disturb Cain’s sleep.” “Ugh, fine, but I will make sure that Mule guy will never do the whole catfishing thing again.” Her frugal thoughts had not been premature. Because it only took one night before Ellen Mule had started texting me again, he would ask “are you in need of me now?” Before taunting me with vile comments of how useless I would be without him. “He is so immature” Cyan had said.

He’d shown up unannounced to one of her appointments, only to have the doctor casually mention the tubal ligation she’d had during a “business conference.” The investigation that followed uncovered a five-year affair. His fury had been silent. He’d ruined her financially, cut her off from the life he’d built and let her new lover discover the truth of her marriage. It was a cleaner kill than any bullet. Wiping these thoughts away, he looked down beside him. Elina lay there, small and warm beneath his blankets, sleeping soundly, her hair spread over his pillows. His chest tightened painfully. She belonged here, in his bed, in his life, with him and he would never let her go.

Men always did this—they sweet-talked women to gain trust and then turned their backs on them. "Come with me." I led her to the backyard and learned more about her situation on the way. Her name was Crystal Kennedy. She was a recent college graduate who met a seemingly honest boyfriend. It turned out he not only cheated on her but also swindled her out of all her savings. "He said he wanted to marry me and asked me to make an investment. It turned out he was using my money to support other women!" Crystal became increasingly furious as she spoke. A classic case of a romance scam. Men like him deserved to die.

She was convicted of fraud and attempted extortion, served six months in prison. "There are two more cases before that one," Eleanor said quietly. "France and Italy. Same pattern each time. She gets obsessed with a wealthy man, the relationship ends badly, she claims pregnancy and uses it to manipulate him. Sometimes she's actually pregnant and it's someone else's baby. Sometimes she's not pregnant at all." I looked through the other documents. Different men, different countries, but the story was eerily similar each time. Victoria inserting herself into their lives, the relationship ending, the pregnancy claim, the manipulation.