Wobbly Life Money Cheat Novels & Stories

She turned left and right, but she began to make a plan. She was penniless now, and getting a proper meal was a problem. If Liya wanted to find a job, then she could not live the life of working everyday and only taking a few thousand dollars a month. No matter what, Zoella could pay her ten million dollars in advance. It was not a small number for her. It did not matter whether she was sincere or not. After all, a woman like Zoella could not be trusted. It was better to cheat her of ten million dollars first. As Liya thought so, she asked, "Is the cheque in your hand genuine?"

the lawyer began, "is merely a young man blinded by love. Every rash action he took stemmed from his deep affection for Ashley Bowden—and the instinctive self-defense of a man humiliated in public." Before he could finish, Chelsey stood up, calm and precise, and handed a document to the judge. "Your Honor," she said, "perhaps the defense counsel can explain how this 'love-blinded young man' managed, within six months, to embezzle three million dollars from his company's accounts—routing the funds through over a dozen overseas accounts—only to have them conveniently end up under his mother's name?" The lawyer's face drained of color. Then Chelsey turned to Brian. "Brian, you claim to love Ash

But it was only a wild goose chase. Vicky was trapped completely and now he decided to get himself registered in 'community writers'. Stephen assured him by the reference of another contact to which Vicky was already familiar with. The plan was beautifully designed and Vicky transfered a little amount of $15 to Stephen Moor's account. Vicky received assignments and get the result in the form of emails and his earnings started rising. It was altogether $40. The earnings would be transferred to Vicky's account by the weekend regularly. On the weekend, Vicky sent Stephen his mobile account to transfer the money. Vicky received an email that this account needed some f*e for $50 to connect to Vic

the full, disgusting, honest truth. “What did you do with the money? Where is it now?” asked the next wolf. “I have $500 million dollars in account in Switzerland, and $350 million dollars in an account in Belize. The $350 million includes $100 million that I started to embezzle from the pack when James started to act crazy. It was an insurance policy in case the pack folded.” Margie covered her mouth with her hand. Ok, never mind what I said. I love these alpha commands.

Ethan and I then registered our marriage. Dad's company received 20 million dollars from Sadler Group. Meanwhile, I received nothing from either side of the family for my marriage to Ethan. Just like some sort of merchandise, I was packed up and delivered to the Sadler residence. What was more ridiculous was I had so few belongings that a suitcase was more than enough for me, even though I lived in that house for 20 years. As our family once called off the engagement with Ethan, my parents-in-law, William Sadler and Brianna Ford, despised me.

But when Zoe turned her phone off directly today, she suddenly felt uneasy. In under half an hour, John entered her apartment and showed her the ledgers of Helen Zalenski's bank records that he had obtained. "She transferred to this account multiple times, and each sum was considerable," he explained. "I had my people investigate it, and it turns out to belong to an illegal gambling ring—it was likely that Helen had been gambling and owed a huge debt. I'm sure you also know how cutthroat those people get, what with debtors often losing limbs for it, or even their lives. That's why there's a good chance she made that phony account to incriminate you to pay for her debts."

"Solid. And he owes the casino 60 million dollars. That's why he was desperate to misappropriate company funds and push you out as the legal representative." 60 million. I felt a chill down my back. So my husband had not only been a scumbag, but also a gambler. No wonder he couldn't even come up with 10 thousand dollars. It wasn't that the funds were locked—it was that he had gambled away all his liquidity. "Good." I took a deep breath. "Tomorrow, I'll give him a big surprise." Early the next morning, the stock market opened. The Lister Group's share price plunged straight to the limit-down and was sealed there.

" I screamed and cried, hoping that this million-dollar offer would make Mom hesitate even just a little. Mom froze for a moment, a look of self-doubt appearing in her eyes for the first time. However, it only lasted for a fraction of a second. She spat on my shoes and yelled back at me, "Who the hell do you think you're trying to fool? A million dollars? That's nothing but a scam! "Nothing compares to the immediate 10,000-dollar payout that Leroy is giving out now! You must be out of your mind to think that you'd ever amount to anything, you worthless piece of shit! "You should even be thanking your lucky stars that you can still be of help to us by paying off Andrea's hospital bills!"

Allen was a sick bastard who seemed to have one basic principle, cheat your way to the top, he would do anything for fame, money and power, people might say we are the same…we are friends though, but Allen was on another level. “Do you really have to do this?” Allen frowned. “Call your secretary to confirm if the money went through.” “That is the more reason to check, because you are my friend,” I forced a smile getting up. “Now to the question, did you have to make me do that?” Allen paused biting his lips. “C'mon man, you already got the money, it could help you start a new life, outside your drug money.” “Did you cheat on your fiancee? You said that you won't kill her…”

Her grip was tight — tighter than necessary, the grip of someone staking a claim — and she turned my hand over, examining the ring the way you examine something you suspect is stolen. "You cannot afford this." She said it with complete certainty. The way people state facts about weather. "Skylar, this is my son's money. I know it is." She looked up sharply at Zane. "She's been stealing from you. Right under your nose, and you haven't even—" "I have not stolen anything." I kept my voice even. Level. "I work. I get paid. That is the full extent of my relationship with the company's finances."