Swindle Novels & Stories

She always treated herself specially after a successful swindle. Yes, she was a swindler. This wasn't her first. But deep down, she hoped this would be her last. She had almost lost her life pulling this one off. She considered starting a business with the money but she had to lay low and 'flex' for sometime. She freshened up and came out to the lounge. Dinner had already been served. It was a sumptuous meal that really pleased her appetite as she took the first serving. Then she turned on the news.

My voice was not loud, but every word pierced Henry's heart like an awl. "I... I didn't...You're spouting nonsense! This is slander!" Henry rambled incoherently, trying to argue his way out. Bill could not take it anymore. The self-made businessman hated nothing more than being scammed like a fool. He suddenly kicked over the toolbox beside him, scattering metal tools everywhere with a deafening bang. "Henry Lewis!" Like a furious lion, Bill lunged at Henry and grabbed him by the collar. "You fucking dare to scam me? I pay you 200,000 dollars a year for consulting, and you fucking colluded with outsiders to swindle me out of four million dollars?"

Nora, envious yet unwilling to leave Boyce, schemed to use Caroline to eliminate Emily. She sent Emily's recordings and photos to Caroline, who, convinced of their authenticity, hastily moved to catch the mistress. Sandy opened a file on the computer, revealing Boyce Holt discussing how to launder embezzled funds safely. "The money will go through my nephew's account, then to a Swiss bank... Part of it will be funneled through his sister's account, from which I'll draw funds..." Boyce Holt, truly devious and heartless, used his nephew's account for money laundering and, in case of trouble, planned to blame his wife for accepting bribes, keeping himself unscathed.

With trembling fingers, I tapped the article. The words hit me like punches. They called me a gold digger. A social climber. A manipulative slut who had supposedly dumped one brother for the richer one. They painted me like some heartless opportunist — a woman who had “snared” Andrew for money and status. And then there were the pictures. Old photos of me and Matthew — one of us laughing together at a café, another of his hand casually on my waist. The comments beneath were brutal. She’s disgusting.

"How can you bring a slut to an important function? Just because she is putting on an expensive dress and makeup doesn't make her any better. Look at her son, she doesn't fit in. She doesn't belong here. What were you thinking when you brought her here? Do you want to embarrass us? Take her away in an instant before your father gets here." Everyone kept quiet and Beatrice look bored from the whole thing. Alex held an apologetic look and I suddenly felt stupid for wasting my precious time to impress this horrible woman only to be embarrassed in front of everyone.

Hi, this is the first chapter of the second book of Sinful. Enjoy. SEWA’s POV Stepping out of the airplane, there was no mistake that I was back home. I didn't need to be told by any one; the soft wind that welcomed me, told me that much. I adjusted my small shoulder purse that had it's strap digging into my tits, dividing them and making each tit look bigger than they actually were. I hated it when that happens, but I was too excited to care.

asked Sue Windsor in surprise. Howard Windsor's face turned sly, and he said, “Isn't he very fond of gambling games? Why don't we invite him to play? We'll make a game and give him a little advantage to lure him to bigger numbers. Then we'll have experienced people frame him and take all the money.” When he said this, Howard Windsor smiled at his wife and said, "It would be even better if he pawned the luxurious house that his son-in-law would give him. Then, we will arrange our lives again."

It was a stupid move but it had the tendency to pay off and I was trying to nip it in the bud before Angelo came for him. Like an epiphany, it suddenly hit me. The best way to deal with a swindler was to swindle him. My idea was pretty simple. All Angelo wanted was power and he was willing to do anything to get it. I only had to switch the false promise of power with the connection Daemon was after. My plan was airtight and I would not fail. “Mr. Daemon, if this is about the attack on your group. I don’t know about it.”

"Look Alex ...that was in the past....why do u have to keep remembering it.." He looked at me from the other end of the table..."Who can easily forget betrayal?" The lady came with the drinks serving me my wine...but on getting to Alex he stopped her from going back...still talking to me he asked her to kneel down. "Betrayal...can cut through anything....it opens our eyes... especially when someone steals your Money...or make you lose money....you know how that feels right?" Zipping his fly he thrust his d**k in the girl's mouth and made her suck it in front of me... keeping his eyes however on me." Money swindlers are everywhere Alex...that's the most obvious

They would likely think of ways to swindle more money from the company in the future and the company would be in a mess and collapse. “Yvonne, I didn’t expect you to be such a person, I have underestimated you all these years.” Yvonne Sue was emboldened by the fact that Grandmother Sue would not dare to audit the accounts. The step-by-step entrapping was flawless in Grandmother Sue’s point of view. She did not expect Yvonne’s thinking to be so meticulous.