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She is betting with two hundred thousand dollars. What is wrong with these people? I am brought back to the present as Stace squeezes my hand, and I drop my head and smile bashfully. I wonder what my facial expression just revealed to everyone surrounding us. This is so far from the life I had, some days I couldn’t even afford credit on my phone and would have to wait until payday to top it up. She goes again and Stace puts two chips on the table amongst the others. Oh crap, now I have to do it. Stace wraps his arm around me and smiles as he kisses my temple from behind. He knows damn well that I’m disgusted at this money wastage.

"What happened to him? He used to protect you with his life." Protected me with his life. I twitched my lips, trying to smile, but my eyes were completely dead. In my past life, precisely because he protected me with his life, I trapped myself in hell. Only to watch them happily sit on the wealth of a mafia empire. "It doesn't matter, Professor," I coldly withdrew my gaze, cutting off his pity. "I don't need his letter anymore. Please print out my admission form. I'm signing it right now." Once I got the form, I didn't stay a second longer.

"Forgery? Fine. I'll take the probation. But the investigation will make everything public. The bigamy. The illegitimacy. You'll win the battle and lose the war." She stood up. She walked to the desk, standing toe-to-toe with her son. She reached out and picked up the crumpled ball of the forged letter. She smoothed it out on the mahogany surface, flattening the creases with her palm. "It's a simple transaction," Vivian said. "I want five million dollars. Cash transfer. Tonight." "Five million," Noah repeated, incredulous. "And," Vivian added, "I want a stipend. Twenty thousand a month. For 'Grandmother's Rights.'"

Fast. First stop: bank statements. Then e-wallets. I combed through months of transactions, line by line. Nothing shady. No big transfers. No weird accounts. Credit cards? Same story. Just groceries, gas, normal stuff. No loans. Which made zero sense. He was cheating—but not moving assets? Stuart lived for money. Back then, he'd argued forever about my money. Sure, he was easy on the eyes, had admirers. But he picked me for the name, not the love.

The company needed two million immediately or they'd accept funding from a competitor. "And you believed her?" "I wanted to believe her," I corrected. "By that point, I'd been following Mother's financial advice for three years. Every previous 'opportunity' she'd identified had generated returns, or so I thought. I didn't realize the returns were fabricated, that she was just moving money in circles to create the illusion of success." I rubbed my face. "I was an idiot." "You were a mark," Davidson said, not unkindly. "Margaret Volkov has been running cons

I glance at it absently, expecting to see a routine transaction. The number that greets me is so large I actually gasp out loud. Twenty million dollars. Transferred into my personal account just minutes ago. My hands shake as I reread the amount, certain this must be some kind of scam or error. Twenty million dollars? He's just given me more money than I could spend in ten lifetimes. The memo line was brief: "Seed money. Go build the life you actually want." I trace the words on the screen, my tears dripping onto the glass. Build a life without him? The thought feels like a knife to the heart.

William who had thought everything through smirked secretly, but Sia saw it with a corner of her eyes. "So?!" Sia leaned forward to look directly into William's eyes, who had shifted back to his pitiful state and resumed to act out, " I am simply going to take out money from the company's account and drop the charges of theft on him.... He has recently bought a house, that is approximately 20 millions of worth. His wife is also going to get involved in this, as the house was brought under her name!" William's whole act dropped, hearing Sia mention his wife's name.

On the day Mom transfers the house to my younger brother, Elio Campbell, I'm busy paying off his fourth credit card. "You're his older sister. It's your duty to take care of your younger brother. The house may be in his name, but you'll always have a room here," she reminds me. However, later on, my sister-in-law, Bonnie Smith, transforms that room into a nursery without even consulting me. At the ripe old age of 38, I'm single, homeless, and have no savings. Mom tells me, "Your brother's second child is starting kindergarten soon. Why don't you help out with the tuition? It's not like you have much to spend your money on anyway." I chip in because I still care about my family. I'm d

Wilbur said in a low voice, "Are you saying it's fine to scam others because life isn't easy? I transferred two thousand five hundred dollars to you. If I was someone weaker or more cowardly, I'd be scammed by you guys, right?" Zedd cried and apologized, "I was wrong. I'll give you back the money, so please spare me." "People like you won't change if no one teaches you a lesson. Accept the fact that you're unfortunate this time, so you won't scam other people in the future," said Wilbur nonchalantly.

“I could finally be free from Damiano.” My mother gasped softly. Dad said, “Free…?” “I signed everything,” I whispered. “Transferred ownership. They promised two billion dollars.” Ethan muttered, “Two billion…?” “But the money came. But suddenly it got wiped out.” “What?” Ethan whispered. “They stopped answering,” I forced out. “Their numbers don’t work anymore. The offices are fake. Ivy checked everything.” My lips trembled. “We were scammed.” My father made a broken sound in his throat. Like something collapsing. “No… no, that can’t be right,” he said weakly. “There must be a mistake.”