Novel & Cerita My Personal Account Was Disabled

As long as I can get free, even dying in there won't matter. Benson sighed and patted my shoulder. "Don't worry. I'll do everything I can." That night, I held my father's urn and stayed awake until dawn. Early the next morning, bank repayment notifications arrived. Jeff had cut off all my supplementary cards and frozen my personal accounts. Even a savings account I had opened under my own ID was frozen. The reason listed: involved in a financial criminal case. At noon, chaotic footsteps sounded outside the door. Then came the sound of keys turning. The lock was opened, but a chair had been wedged against the door, leaving only a narrow gap.

The report landed in Imara's inbox at nine fourteen and she was in Nia's office by nine thirty with her laptop and the specific expression of someone who had been looking for something and had found considerably more than they expected. "Three fabricated elements," Imara said, opening the report. "The signature micro pressure inconsistencies that wouldn't survive scrutiny. The transfer record references a clearing house code that didn't exist at the date on the document. And the account closure date." She looked at Nia. "Stellan's team got the account number right. They got your signature close enough to fool a casual review. But they closed the account on the wrong date." "How wrong." "Elev

Because he didn't know the specific situation, he felt guilty when he spoke. 'You mean it may have been sealed by mistake?' 'Yes, we haven't found out the results for the time being. We will definitely give you an answer when we find out.' Customer service knows the truth, but he can't say it. Just five minutes ago, the boss suddenly called him and asked him to block an account. He looked at the account and lost in thought. First, this account didn't publish or spread any bad news. Second, this account is the private live broadcast number of Master Qi's family, which is likely to get into trouble.

Thirty-two thousand dollars, gone from my account, and I never authorized any of it. I grab my laptop, heart pounding. Pull up my email. Search for bank notifications. Find them. Dozens of them. Transfer confirmations going back three years. I skim through them, and buried in the fine print: "Authorized by joint account holder." Joint account holder. I never set up a joint account with anyone. This is my personal account, opened before I married Damien, with my own money from my own work. Unless— I call the bank. Wait through the automated system, finally get a human.

Even though I feel like the floor just dropped out from under me. "I'm fine," I whisper, and my voice doesn't sound like mine. "Can I... Can I still access the account?" She hesitates. "Technically, yes. But you'll need to provide identification and proof that you're alive. We'll need to file paperwork to correct the records. It might take a few days." "Okay," I say, my voice dull. Numb. "Okay. I'll come back." I thank her quietly, my words barely working, and turn to leave.

The transaction loaded for a few seconds. My eyes stayed fixed on the screen, waiting for it to be approved. The small circle icon stopped rotating, then changed. Transaction Declined. My brows pulled together, confusion flickering across my face as I handed the machine to her. “You should contact your bank, Madam,” her voice cut through the haze. “Seems your card has been disabled.” Disabled. I slowly lifted my eyes to her. “That’s impossible,” I said unconvinced, reaching inside my bag for my second card. “Here you go, let’s use this.”

I cursed and tried again, the loading symbol spun, then the notice appeared. ACCESS SUSPENDED. ACCOUNT FROZEN PENDING INVESTIGATION. I stared without blinking, then I opened another account. Frozen! Then the private account tied through one of my father’s shell companies. Frozen! Then the card wallet linked to travel funds. Frozen! A sound escaped me that was too sharp to be a cry and too broken to be anger. “No.” I hit the screen, and tried again as if force could reverse reality, but the same message appeared. Everything was gone.

Thankfully, that cedar scent—the pheromones I had been crazily obsessed with for five years, but now only made me sick—was entirely gone. I rubbed my bruised wrist, which he'd squeezed so hard it was nearly dislocated. Taking a deep breath, I muttered to my wolf, "He said we'll die in the wasteland if we leave the pack. Let's see about that." The argument had completely ruined my mood, and all I wanted was to get out of there. But before I even reached the exit, my phone started vibrating like crazy in my pocket. Thinking it was Elise rushing me, I pulled it out. Instead, a scarlet banking alert popped up on the screen. "WARNING: Your secondary card privileges have been permanently frozen by

[Alice's POV] "I mean that earlier this morning, I tried to access my personal account — the one that isn't tied to the Ballard family trusts, the one I set up when I was still a resident and thought I might need something that wasn't tracked by my father's accountants. Balance: zero. Frozen.”

At one in the afternoon, we found the real owner of the account. An old vendor. Or more accurately: an old vendor integration that should have been shut down two acquisitions ago, then left sleeping in the corner of a server like a ghost with an admin badge. “The account is being used by a service broker,” Arun said, his eyes red from staring at the terminal for too long. “But last night’s activity wasn’t an automated job. There’s a manual pattern. The command timing is human.”