Swindle Novels & Stories

"Let's just go back to the car," They had just sat down in the car when Ian's phone rang. He took it out to see that it was James, and answered it. "We have a problem." Ian was already furious, and those words left him scowling even harder. "What?!" "We have a problem," James repeated with perfect clarity. "I was swindled—I purchased a specific microchip with the capital you provided, but the seller went missing!" Ian thought he would suffer a heart attack right then, and stopped short of yelling at James, 'Are you an idiot?'

He immediately put on a fake smile and said, “It’s quite simple. “You can personally take action and kill Andrius, naturally dispelling suspicion and avenging the experts of each family. We’ll all believe you then. “Or, you can personally take action and get killed by Andrus, also dispelling suspicion. But rest assured, even if you die, all of us present will avenge you.” Norvin was truly ruthless. With his words, either Wade or Andrius must fall today. Regardless of who it was, it was definitely a profitable deal for the Swallow family. What a clever and brilliant scheme! “Norvin Swallow!” Wade naturally did not want to fight Andrius to the death and immediately shouted, “The Swallows have

excited Elena rushed to the door to see what Rob had gotten for her. She opened the door with excitement which quickly changed to confusion. All she could see was Rob standing in front of her drunk and shirtless "Uhm uncle what did you get for me?" She asked. Rob gave her no response and just stared at her body. uncomfortable with the way he looked at her she tried to close the door but Rob held the door open and forced his way into her room "I want you, Elena, I want you" he said drunkenly. "Elena, Elena... where are you?" she heard Britney call out. "Oh no, that must be aunt, She's back. You need to go please." shivering she sat on the bed as Rob made his way out. "ELENA!!" Britney yelled

The stranger's words tumbled out in urgent desperation, "Of course! Your wife stole my wallet while I was shopping! Multiple witnesses saw her hiding it in her jacket! You must compensate me! This is theft! I'll drop the charges only if you pay me!" I'm utterly bewildered by the stranger's relentless, venomous outbursts, his every phrase dripping with vitriol and an unyielding fixation on "compensation." His repetitive demands for financial reparation reverberate like a mantra, hinting at an ulterior motive, a calculated ploy to exploit the situation for personal gain.

The weight of the situation bore down on him, his mind racing to grasp the implications. "I-I-I have been swindled," he repeated, the words escaping his lips in disbelief. The magnitude of the deception seemed to grow with each utterance, his voice echoing with a mixture of shock and incredulity. A self-conversation ensued within him, a monologue of turmoil and astonishment. "My investment, company's shares... all gone," he muttered, the weight of his words underscoring the depth of his realization. His business acumen, his experience, had been blindsided by a deceptive web he had unknowingly walked into..

Despite my protest, he insisted that it wouldn't be right to allow a guest to roll her own luggage to the executive suite. As the elevator ascended, I recalled something Karen said yesterday, why employees of Infidelity were expected to be well-spoken and successful. If they weren't, in this different yet similar world of smoke and mirrors, they'd be discovered. The companions on the arms of successful clients needed to be believable. Thanks to my Montague upbringing, when it came to illusion, I was a master.

"Melvin, you've been following my husband around for three years, bowing and showing your respects to me every day, and proudly calling yourself the loyal Vin. "I pitied your poor family and secretly gave you extra subsidies every month. Your mother's surgery fees, your father's hospitalization costs, and your sister's tuition—which have I not paid for? "I treated you well, and this is how you repay me? By getting plastic surgery to look like my husband and colluding with this woman to scam others? And now, you even dare to lay hands on me?" I didn't speak loudly, but it struck Melvin and Jessica like a thunderbolt, shocking them where they stood.

Adrian glanced down and felt the ground shift beneath him. “No,” he said immediately. “This is not” “You’re walking around with Serena Hale while your internal consultant steps back due to ‘conflict,’” the man snapped. “Do you have any idea how this looks?” Adrian stood. “It looks manipulated.” “That doesn’t matter,” the board member replied coldly. “Perception always wins.” The door slammed behind him. Adrian didn’t sit back down. He grabbed his phone, hesitated, then put it back. He already knew Clara had seen it.