Stan Identity Fraud Novels & Stories

Much less being in such a homeless desperate state. What was even more shocking were the charges. Identity theft, forgery, Loan fraud, fraudulent misrepresentation, credit fraud, failure to repay court ordered debt, drug possession, resisting arrest, identity fraud. Again. Identity fraud appearing at least 3 times, all under one name; Alina Monroe. Alina. “Why is her name entangled with this?” I’d questioned Jordan after receiving the file. Surprised and already imagining the worst, but nothing. Absolutely nothing prepared me for the actual truth.

"That's my number, Yan! Do not erase! Watch out!" "Hey, what the hell did you save your name? Beautiful Linda? Wow, so confident!” "Hahaha, if your friend asks you, just show me my name on your cellphone! At least you won't be bullied for being single!" Linda said as if she was carefree. "No way! It will get me in trouble someday!" said Ziyan renaming Linda's contact name. "Haha, just honest. You have a girlfriend, right!" The streets started to get quiet and Ziyan immediately started the car. They had arrived at the office and Linda had finished following up on all the foundations she had to contact that day.

“Did you run a background check on her?” Stan's head dropped. His expression fell. He didn't. And Thomas got his response. “Is this what I have to work with?” He cussed. Eyeing them, his eyes filled with disappointment, he spoke again. “Has my identity been compromised?” Stan and Joe shook their heads, vigorously expressing their negative response.

Chris that bastard, I thought angrily. “If you do then we will send all this to the FBI, I’m sure they’ll be interested in that considering the last person you conned and stole almost ten million dollars from was once contracted to work for them.” He explained, “they will not only charge you for multiple charges of identity theft but they will consider you the enemy of the state, considering the states you have been to, and with that,” he whistled, “good luck ever stepping out of jail again.” I took a deep breath, not letting them know just how shaken up I was. “Whose wife do you want me to pretend to be?” I asked.

Ferisha asked. "Yes, I use three identities. three identities. Is there a problem with that?" Valentino asked a little surprised when he saw the detective's probing face. "But you can get caught in cases of fraud or document falsification if you continue to use a false identity," Ferisha said sharply.

“Now I know that he drinks earl grey tea. Forrest, mate. Don’t you get in trouble using a fake name?” “People fake everything nowadays. It’s not that he committed a crime that they could connect them to Forrest,” Pyke answered. “I didn’t commit any crimes. I didn’t fake anything. My accent maybe, but my citizenship is still British. You just imposed that I am American.” They went silent and looked at each other. “Have anyone checked my IDs?” When they didn’t reply, I answered, “That’s what I thought.” The document I passed on my application was forged, but no one suspected me. I couldn’t use my MIT diploma and my actual name because it would be suspicious. I actually committed fraud.

~ Croft ~ The news alert chimed on my phone, a soft, expensive sound in the silence of my study. I read the headline, and a laugh, cold and sharp as shattered crystal, escaped me: Stanley Morgan, Titan of Industry, Arrested on Multiple Counts of Fraud and Corruption. Fool. Arrogant, blustering fool.

“A fake relationship is a fineable offense, but a fake engagement is corporate fraud, and if the board catches us lying about a marriage, they won't just fire me—they’ll blackball my license and sue you for breach of contract." "They won't catch us because we aren't going to look like we're lying," Stefan said, his strides effortless as he closed the distance between us again, his massive frame completely cutting off the exit until I was trapped between his chest and the brickwork, the scent of his expensive cologne mixing with the sharp metallic tang of the arena air.

She turned to face Rudi fully, her posture radiating quiet, unyielding power. “Yes, you took large sums of money from your so-called clients, Rudi, exploiting their desperation and their longing for answers,” Stan scoffed, unable to hold back his disgust any longer. He leaned forward, his eyes narrowed. “And you gave them one of those ornate trinkets, those cheap imitations, to make your charade more convincing, to solidify your deceit. You’re nothing but a common swindler, Rudi. I wonder how you haven’t been exposed already, how you’ve managed to get away with it for so long.” Rudi’s face flushed a deep crimson with irritation, a mixture of shame and anger.

The court referred evidence of forgery, identity theft, and fraudulent financial filings to prosecutors for further investigation. When I walked out of the courthouse, the sunlight made me narrow my eyes. Natalie waited at the bottom of the steps with two cups of coffee. "Finished?" "Finished." "The house?" "Still mine." "The loan?" "Transferred to his responsibility." "And his brother's company?" "Not my problem." I accepted the coffee and took a sip, burning the tip of my tongue. But the warmth traveled from my throat all the way into my stomach. Three months later, Marcus was sentenced to two years in prison for forgery, identity theft, and financial fraud.