Romance Scammer Stories Novels & Stories

Jake, a course mate of mine, said, cutting my trail of thoughts and also catching the attention of everyone, as I continued to scroll through my phone. “Yeah, I heard it was Sasha brie,” Mason scoffed, his eyes full of disbelief, as he leaned back in his chair, “Didn't think such a virgin girl had it in her though, and after all her act of being holy and waiting for the right one, I knew I should have banged her up when I had the chance.” “As if you ever had a chance Mason,” Jake shot back with a grin, “We all know she never looked at your sight, not even once, the girl was all on Mr handsome over here,” Jake said, with a wide grin as their sight was now directed towards me.

"A wealthy lady like you can't even come up with $20,000 and is instead arguing whether it's my money or his money? Maybe it's a scam and you've married into a fake wealthy family, Renee. I've heard there are a lot of scams like that nowadays. Maybe you're one of the victims." The people around immediately burst into laughter. Renee's face flushed red. She pointed at me and said, "You hag! You think you're all that? It's just $20,000. I'll pay you back right now!" After saying that, she transferred $20,000 to my account, and I accepted it instantly. She immediately held up her phone to show everyone. "See? My husband is loaded. $20,000 is nothing to me—" Before she could finish speaking, her

I was staring at the inevitable: failing my brother. A new notification popped up, a text message from an unfamiliar number. My stomach twisted, assuming it was another debt collector using a burner phone. I braced myself and tapped it open. Unknown Number: This is Alessandro Conti. I got this number from a mutual acquaintance, but I need you to understand this is confidential. I have a business proposition that will solve all your problems instantly. My hands started shaking, rattling the glass of water. It was a scam. It had to be. Alessandro Conti wouldn't—

I was kind of shocked, I clicked on the mail and read aloud. "Hi, I'm Agnes an acquisition editor of GoodNovel writing platform. I came across your blog 'Worlds in my head and tickets to my imaginations' I just finished reading one of your books 'My daughter's Nanny' and I'm currently reading 'Yes, master' and I love them so much. I think Master Damien is an egoistic loser who has anger issues. Poor Bella, now that she just became the personal maid of Master Damien a lot is going to happen. From what I've read your books have potentials and you have potentials as a writer. I'm approaching you to sign up your books with our platform, if you are interested, please reply my mail. I will be pati

“Wh…no, this can't be happening. What is…what..?” “You might want to check in on your dear ‘boyfriend’,” I whispered, taking another sip of my drink. “And maybe call your bank and check your assets…” It turns out that as Damien was wrapping up his investigation, we found out that Cassandra's dear boyfriend is a fraud. And she's not his first victim. He goes about impersonating rich men and using their identities to snag the attention of rich women, make them fall in love with him, and then goes on to extort them.

"It is bad, but I hope it wouldn’t affect you. Well, I was surfing the internet while taking care of the kids yesterday. I came across a support group for women who had been scammed by their lovers. I requested to join, and the admin added me immediately. I started scrolling through the threads of various stories with pictures of the scammers," she paused and gasped as if to catch her breath. "I came across a thread about your ex-boyfriend Diavolo. About five women in the support group talked about how he had dated them and absconded with huge sums of money from their accounts. Some even mentioned how he convinced them to steal a significant amount of money from their families and elope toge

However, Yvonne stepped forward boldly like it was nothing, tore up Ben’s ID, and arrogantly turned to me. “Lady, the actor you hired is one of Henry’s employees. “How could his people not recognize their own boss? Claiming to be Figmi Group’s top security team? What a scam!” I clapped my hands slowly, marveling at Yvonne’s audacity. She mistook my reaction as helplessness and pouted smugly. “Lady, you should live honestly. Don’t waste your time on things you can’t have. “Since this is my wedding, I’ll forgive you this one time.

Michael muttered, fumbling to swipe away, but his face held no embarrassment. "Who's that?" she pressed, scooting closer, her thigh now pressing against his. "Nobody. Nobody important.” "Oh, come on. Tell me. What was her name? She is hot." He sighed, setting the phone down but not moving away. "I don't exactly remember her name, maybe Elina? Met her in Mexico. We hooked up for a few days, that's it.” "Okay," she murmured. "What about you?" Michael turned, his gaze roaming her face, then lower to the swell of her breasts. "Any juicy stories to share?"

People who easily fall for this trick isn't just stupid, they are morons! I put my phone aside as I continued feeling the cold wind against my skin. I also throw the cigarette butts in the trash bin. “Yeah, no update.” I answered as she glanced at me “That idiot gave up from being a scammer.” My occupation is a scammer—a love scammer to be exact. I scam gullible boys who think they can find true love through texting online. It's not entirely my fault, they can just ignore my message, but they chose to believe it.

" He thinks that she is a double agent and she doesn't want to talk about her side hustle. What Romano is saying will ignite the spark to get the fire going ." " Scandal . " " You know the long and short of it . So do we have a deal ? " " How much are you paying me ? " " I will send you the first half a million on Thursday . " " I will contact you and just so you know there is honour among thieves. "