Novel & Cerita Romance Scammer Stories

"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

"You really are a fool." He pointed at me and roared at Cindy, "Did you seriously just call him, out of all people, a bum? Do you even know that he owned this five-star hotel, along with the entire hotel group chain in Southsake? "Who do you think you are, taking my money and pretending to be the owner of a hotel that isn't yours to begin with?" Jacob couldn't believe his ears. "No… This can't be…" He had thought he had found a wealthy woman to cling to, and that his life was about to change forever. Yet, not only was he just a secret lover, but the person he was clinging to was a fake who had also been living off someone else.

"I have a legal wife—Irma Bond. So, all these gifts, made under a false promise of identity, are completely invalid. You're going to have to give every last bit of it back." "You bastard! You set me up!" The reporters in the audience went completely wild, their camera lenses practically shoved into Dad's and Carla's faces. The live-stream comments and the tsunami of on-site chatter drowned out everything. "Fight! Fight! Let them tear each other apart!" "This man is absolute trash! He turns on you faster than you can turn a page!" "I pity the mistress. She was scammed out of her money and her body, and then he turned on her like a snake!"

Babble replied within seconds, a wall of text filling the screen. Phoebe hit the text-to-speech button, and a robotic female voice echoed through the silent classroom. "Dear user, please rest assured. This system has gained full access to Pemberton University's internal admissions network. Should you fail to enroll as scheduled, our company will compensate you $5 million in emotional damages. We have a top-tier team of hackers working to ensure your success." The classroom erupted the moment they heard ‘$5 million’. "Holy crap! $5 million! So even if I don't get into Pemberton, I’ll walk away with $5 million? That's a win-win situation!"

“There’s a pattern of them targeting passionate founders who are still new, leaving them bankrupt later.” Wendell sends me loads of screenshots from forum chats, and I see a bunch of complaints from different people about the fucked up shit this company does. My blood runs cold. “What the fuck?” I look at the blonde beside me, she's still beaming with that large, fucking fake smile. I can only imagine how much of it will be left on her face by the time she’s sleeping in jail. I don’t know how many people they’ve scammed, but targeting my woman’s hard work and her achievements—they're cooked.

Without answering, she pulled out her phone again and hurriedly searched. Her eyes scanned the screen. Scrolling. Faster. Then— She froze. Her face turned pale. Every result said the same thing. Warnings. Threads. Reports. "Do not trust "Undead – Assassin for Hire." It's a scam." Again. And again. Fake. Fraud. Trap. Danica felt her stomach churn. 'I've been scammed…' She almost coughed blood from the shock. How could she be this stupid? She didn't even verify. Didn't check legitimacy.

After that, they would set their heart on getting closer to the other party, and many victims would finally end up getting cheated out of their money and body. Charlie still remembered reading a news article where a pathetic person had actually bought a domestically produced off-road vehicle before modifying it to look like a Mercedes Benz G-class. He had posed as a rich young man, and he had even gotten into a relationship with a dozen girlfriends at the same time. Whenever any one of his girlfriends saw him driving his fake Mercedes Benz G-class, they would immediately believe that he was a super-wealthy rich heir. After that, they would end up getting cheated out of their money and love.

For a moment, she thought that maybe Nathan was a scammer. "Sorry for that, it's just that... There are many scammers out there nowadays who target innocent women and lure them into a relationship or marriage and then take all their money and assets." Nathan did not know whether to laugh or cry. Did he really look like an indecent man? "Rest assured, Dr. Voss, I will never scam you." Elara felt embarrassed, "Haha, what is there to scam about me? I have nothing in my name." 'You have no idea how beautiful you are, Elara. I wish I could just abduct you and take you to my house right away.' Nathan thought.

So he can only say one sentence to provoke it. "Junior Master Han, I think you should keep your eyes wide open to be alert. There have been a lot of scammers lately. Most of the victims are parents. This imposter has a purpose and is very cunning. Some cheat by giving fake goods, modifying them, and selling them at high prices, or the scammers will be very friendly towards you and continue to follow you. This person will pretend to be able to help others, pretend to heal, or perhaps act like someone with great influence. You have to be careful not to make a mistake!" said Erick Woolf, patting Mr. Han Junior's shoulder while glancing at Nicko. Of course, he meant to satirize Nicko.

I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews. Most of my stories were about older women with guys my age and Miss Ross had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of my female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as my favorite English teacher. Yes Miss Ross had been the nasty little cougar in my mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, I'd even joined her writing discussion group because it met every other Sunday at her house.