Romance Fraud Novels & Stories

“Six months each. Credit card fraud. Caught using fake accounts to finance a fake sports brand in Abidjan. It was minor, nothing public enough to trail them to Miami, but it stayed on the database.” My stomach twists. “So they have done this before?” “They ran the scam together,” Xavier says. “Brianna claimed to be building a company. Edward falsely claimed to be a sponsored athlete. They pulled in investors and disappeared with the money before launch.” “And they are still together?” I ask, the words coming slower now, heavier. He nods again. “Open relationship. They sleep around. But they circle back to each other. That never changed.” I grip the edge of the table. “Then why would he marry

RIVER HALE UNDER INVESTIGATION FOR FRAUD AND EXTORTION. Jace’s voice was low and sharp. “What proof?” Sasha clicked another tab. “It’s fake, of course. They’ve edited bank statements to make it look like you’re paying River through a hidden account. It’s spreading fast.” River’s stomach dropped. “They’re making me look like a con artist.” “That’s the goal,” Sasha said grimly. “Discredit you both before we can counter.” Jace stood suddenly, anger flashing in his eyes. “We end this today.”

“But I’d rather be broken with you than safe without you.” Her breath caught. For a moment, the world outside didn’t exist.Then my phone buzzed again. Another message. Unknown number. I opened it. A single attachment. A document. Stamped and dated from years ago. Fraud. Embezzlement. Signed. By me. Except I had never seen it before. And beneath it, one sentence: Next time, we won’t miss.

The thought of Grandma suffering alongside me despite her age made my heart break. I furrowed my brows and glared at Mom. "Are you actually sick, though? Or is this just another trick to take my money and Grandma's bracelet to gamble?" Mom's eyes flickered nervously for a moment before she pulled out a stack of medical reports from her bag. "It's true. Look at these results. Why would I lie about something like this?" I gave her the chance to confess, but she chose to be dishonest and continued deceiving me. The moment I glanced at those medical reports, I knew they were fake. She didn't even bother to make them look real.

He said it as though the title were a blank check, as though twenty years of marriage had entitled him to my signature, my clinical earnings, my son's future, and the equity of the roof over our heads. I walked over to the kitchen sink, gripping the edge of the granite counter so hard my knuckles turned white. The affair wasn't separate from the financial fraud. They were the exact same symptom. This hadn't been a grand, tragic romance that spun out of control; it was a calculated embezzlement, and the romance was just the aesthetic he used to make himself feel better about it. It was a heist with a love story stapled to the front cover. Behind me, Marcus's voice softened, returning to that

– Did you know you're sleeping with my husband, little nymph? - Your husband? – Manu smiled and continued speaking calmly. – No, no, you're very mistaken. It's your ex-husband. But I have to admit, you were original, because I've seen pregnancy scams, online fraud, I've even seen husbands being bought, but a divorce scam was a first. - Look, did you tell the little nymph, Flávio? – Sabrina teased me. – But, darling, it's not a scam, he's still married to me and soon he'll get tired of you, who are just a vulgar little mistress, and come back to me.

Sophie is a typical romantic young woman. The books she reads most are romance fiction stories and the rules inside the books had become her treasured wisdom. "Let me tell you, in this type of properly arranged blind date, you will not be able to find any suitable partners. It is too old-fashioned. Everyone who comes will be prepared with their hearts filled with expectations and imaginations. When they really meet, they will not have any feelings anymore. The type of fate that comes unexpectedly is more reliable. For example, at a supermarket, when he reaches for something and accidentally hits you or he is pushing a trolley and accidentally knocks into you.......

"My interior decorator aims for modern minimalism, Grandma. Not everyone appreciates a room stuffed with seventeenth-century tapestries." Isabella ignored his sarcasm. She pinned her ice-blue gaze on me. "Do not think you fooled me," Isabella stated. She rested both hands on the silver head of her cane. "I know exactly what this is. You two are running a scam." My stomach plummeted. I kept my face blank. "I read those online romance novels on my iPad," Isabella continued. Her tone dripped with absolute confidence. "The arrogant billionaire needs to dodge his overbearing grandmother's matchmaking. He finds a girl. They sign a piece of paper, pretend to be in love, and trick the family. It is

Paige questioned, "Why aren’t you saying anything? Is it because the woman who admired you is now with someone else, and you're feeling uneasy? Isn't that how it's portrayed in TV dramas? When a woman pursues you relentlessly, you find it annoying. When she finally turns to someone else, you feel uncomfortable. "In reality, you've long grown accustomed to her pursuit, unwittingly falling in love with her. It's just that you never realize your feelings until she's gone. This is a classic case of not appreciating what you have until it's lost." "This is why it’s best you avoid those cheesy romance dramas," Chris casually remarked. "They lack substance and only lead to overthinking. Whatnots wi

He still cannot believe his eyes as he keeps gaping at the blog post blaring accusations like a bad tabloid: "Behind the Curtain: Louisa's Scandalous Bargain with Kingsley Wills!" It claimed she’d been sleeping with Kingsley in exchange for business favors for the past five years. Five years! Fred would’ve laughed if it hadn’t punched him in the gut. Five years ago, he hadn't met Louisa yet, but he had known her to be a workaholic for the past four years they'd met. She doesn't even have a man. But this? This is garbage. But his gut still twisted. He blasts out into the evening traffic, clutching a half-eaten tuna sandwich as he maneuvers out of the hospital like a sprinter in a relay race.