Romance Scammer Stories Novels & Stories

The family had reported to the police on the incident of Sharpay’s ex-boyfriend scamming them two million dollars. “Based on our investigation, this Josh Washington you speak of, used a fake name.” “His real name is Antonio Usoro, a professional scammer. He had used the same modus operandi and successfully scammed eight other women. Not only did he manipulate them to sleep with him, he had also scammed them of large sums of money, with more than thirty million dollars in total.” “The worst case within our records was that the woman was not only impregnated, but she was also scammed more than ten million dollars. Compared to her, consider yourselves lucky.”

"He moves the money every hour. You’ll never catch the tail of it." "I don't need to catch the tail," Roman said. His voice was blunt and heavy. "I just need to find the heart. He’s paying the studio to push this fake romance. He’s using Scarlett to keep the stock price high for the merger. He thinks I'm a boy who only cares about feelings. He thinks I'm a boy who is crying because his girl is holding someone else’s hand." "Aren't you?" the Stalker asked.

The article claimed I had been engaged multiple times, that I was using Romano for money, that my identity had changed several times to date several rich families in Milan and across Italy, just to leave them on the aisle. None of it was true. Yet somehow… It sounded believable, another notification appeared, then another. Within minutes every gossip website seemed to be carrying the same story. I stared at the screen until a familiar hand gently took the phone from me. Romano. His expression darkened as he skimmed the article. “They’ve crossed a line.” “It’s not true.” “I know.” He was already dialing someone. “Dante.” His voice became cold. “I want every article taken down.”

After he had his men beat me up and extorted 150 grand from me? "Selina Griselda Grayheim," I said. That was her full name. "If that is your idea of a joke, you'll need to redo it from scratch." "I…" Not another word came out of her mouth. Her eyes darted around. At the same time, sirens blared in the distance. Moments later, they were close enough to scream. Police sirens. The sounds pierced the fake festive air in the villa, and everyone froze. A group of uniformed officers came in. They looked stern and official. The leader scanned the whole place, and then his eyes landed on me. "Did you call the cops, Mr. Grayheim?"

"Actually..." "There is something you should know." Both of us looked at him. "Marta and her mother contacted me." Pamela's eyes narrowed. "They did what?" "They wanted to offer me a business opportunity." Pamela laughed. Not because it was funny. Because she couldn't believe it. "They're trying to scam you." Marcus smiled. "I suspected as much." "They're professional scammers," Pamela continued. "They'll promise investments." "Properties." "Partnerships." "Whatever they think you'll believe."

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.

The first time we ran into each other, he was heading downstairs, taking out the trash, and waving goodbye to a group of my friends. When he looked up, his eyes immediately lit up. "Summer Reed? Holy shit, is that you? "Your Canverlian sounds native now! It's way better than in high school; you used to avoid Conversation Group like the plague. "Did you hire a private tutor?" I laughed. "Not exactly a tutor, but I dated a Canverlian guy online." When he burst out laughing, I snapped, "What's so funny?" He was smiling so hard his eyes curved into mini crescents. "Nothing. It's just the first time I've heard of anyone using online dating to scam someone for free lessons. Others scam for money o

He gave all the details step by step as Franck stood watching at him discriminatingly. Then Franck demanded, “Where are you coming from at this hour of the night? “El Tremor and I have just completed a romance scam on a woman based in the US. We just brought in ten thousand dollars. This American woman had a serious problem of lovelornness. We use the recent brain hacking technic strategies. By placing in front her the mirage and the true lies. We capitalized on that to screw her off her money. And I have come to do some rubdown so that we should go celebrate at El Tremor`s places with his hottest chicks.” Spiritus told Franck.

I'm Jessica Blake an 19 year old single exchange student, originally from Amsterdam about to start studying History in Italy for the upcoming year. I love everything about old history, call me an old romantic but I just do and I love romance as well. Anyways, what I did not know in advance was that my life was about to change forever..... He's her teacher...HER forbidden desire!! *&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&

“What?” “Do you know what romancers do?” He doesn’t give me the chance to reply, “they go out there and deceive random beautiful women like you into believing they’ve fallen in love with you. Then they lure you into the mafia’s sex slavery ring. Once you’re in there, there’s no getting out.” Mason says all these with terrifying calmness. I on the other hand, am on the verge of passing out from horrified shock. “But you see, Mira, in your case, you were not just some random beautiful girl. You were targeted.”