Novel & Cerita Wobbly Life Money Cheat

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.

VERONICA The next morning, the fifteen percent had already been routed into an offshore account in the Cayman Islands under a shell company I'd named New life. At this point I needed to be smarter because no one else would save me if I lost everything. I sold my old apartment and car then moved the money also to the account as a precautionary backup for myself. I picked up my phone and called my lawyer “Carolina, the payment has been confirmed thank you.” I hung up immediately and exhaled.

Call after call, stubbornly acting like his life depended on it. I looked at the name and hit reject with a blank face. Long press, power off. I popped out the SIM card I had used for ten years and tossed it into the trash can by my feet, along with the phone. The plane shot into the sky, breaking through the gloomy clouds. The shithole of Chicago, my ridiculous past obsession, and those two pieces of trash—were all finally crushed beneath my feet. I finally welcomed the life that belonged to me.

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

"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.'"

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.

Even Brian being with me, giving me that fake secondhand bag, breaking up with me, then getting together with the so-called Cathy just to make us best friends turn against each other… It was all planned, wasn't it? "And the 'previous life'—I'm guessing that wasn't real either. It was just something that happened to me before. Those debt collectors were just actors you hired, too, weren't they? Just like you hired someone to play the part of the so-called billionaire Brian Eggert." I stepped forward bit by bit until Wesley was backed into the corner.

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.

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.”