My Personal Account Was Disabled Novels & Stories

After this whole ordeal, I was going to stay with Samantha but even that stood canceled. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Samantha: I might be facing a fvcking suspension. Mom is going to kill me ! Help !! Me: RIP to you. What did you do ?

But when the login screen blinked red for the third time, the men paled. “Don Avila… the accounts… they’re frozen.” one of the trembling accountant said. Don Avila shot up from his chair. “Frozen? By who?” he angrily asked, smoke spilling from his mouth like a dragon’s snarl. “We—we're not sure yet. The m-main account funds, o-offshore reserves, and even backup accounts. It's as if… someone has disconnected us from e-everything.” said the other accountant, stammered. “Impossible. Nobody moves against me without consequences!” Don Avila hurled his cigar against the wall, sparks scattering. Just then, a phone buzzed.

"Something went wrong with Mr. Warner's program. Send over the original code so that their team can look into it." Mary faltered. "Yes, Mr. Moran. I'll get right to it." I watched her search through the whole office with a knowing smile. With my box of belongings, I walked out of the office. My phone lit up with an acceptance letter from the testing center. Almost simultaneously, a call came from Steve Chandler. "Ms. Lane, you've made an enemy of someone. I've just been told you're blacklisted in the industry. They're even going to sue you for a ridiculous sum. If you're in any trouble, please speak up. I'll help."

I arrived and went straight to the receptionist who seemed to have been waiting for me as she led me to the managers office. The moment I got in, the manager who was on call turned to look at me. “Welcome,” he smiled. But before he could say anything else, I attacked him with my problems. “My account is blocked.” He nodded. “Yes. I see that.” “And?” “I’m afraid your husband, Mr. Xander…” “Ex husband,” I corrected. “We aren’t together anymore.” He nodded. “Well… your ex husband… he set conditions.” “Conditions?” “Yes.” “On my own account?” “Yes.” “And what conditions did that bastard put in my account?”

“Valeria Roberts, I tried to pay for cryptocurrency, but it was declined. Now, before that, I made sure to check my balance, and I have more than two hundred thousand. Also, there was no alert about my account having problems.” “Alright, Mrs. Roberts, just give me a moment.” The bank customer care person said, and I nodded my head even when she couldn't see me since my mouth was stuffed with food. She sure took a damn minute before asking if I was still on the line. “I'm here, so can I buy my cryptocurrency now?” I wanted to do this now before they freeze my accounts. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Roberts, but you can’t do anything with that account.” “Excuse me?”

“Who said anything about an Uber? You have me. The moped’s tank is full.” She tried to joke, but the worry in her eyes was a mirror of my own. DRRT. DRRT. The phone in my pocket convulsed. I pulled it out with a sense of impending doom. The name on the screen made my stomach knot into a tight, painful ball. Jake Floyd I opened the message. It was a screenshot. A view of an internal banking system. It showed my account status in bold, black letters: [BLOCKED / SUSPENDED]. Below it, a short text followed.

The machine beeped and flashed a red light. "Declined," she said, sounding bored. "Can you try it again, please?" I asked softly. "Maybe the chip is dirty." She sighed and put the card in again. Another loud beep. Another red light. "It says the account is frozen, ma'am. Do you have cash?" My heart sank. My father’s lawyers worked fast. They had completely locked me out of my own bank accounts, my savings, and my trust fund. Every single peso I had earned as a doctor went straight into an account tied to the Ford family. I was totally cut off.

It was preparation. I reopened the account. The message remained. “I know who you are.” I clicked on the profile once more, intending to pull the account into an isolated sandbox where I could dissect it without relying on the network itself. Before the request finished… The message disappeared. One moment it occupied the screen. The next, it was gone. The inbox refreshed automatically. I stared at the empty conversation list. Then my fingers returned to the keyboard. I selected recent activity. Nothing. I searched the account identifier. A small notification appeared almost instantly. Account not found.

Or rather, who. "Ma'am? Are you finished?" The woman behind me shifted impatiently, clutching her wallet. I yanked my card from the slot. "Machine's broken." Outside the bank, I pulled out my phone and logged into my banking app. The password I'd changed just last week still worked, but when the app loaded, a red notification banner stretched across the top of the screen. ACCOUNTS FROZEN - LEGAL HOLD.

He answered. “Knew what?” “Your accounts are all disabled at the moment. It happened yesterday, your parents’ account as well.” He informed. “And why didn't you tell me?” She frowned. “You handle my accounts and deal with my bank!” She got angry. “And why would you do that without my consent?” “I didn't do anything Vera. My supervisor took over everything and didn't tell me anything. I got to find out earlier today which I thought he got it across to you.”