Wobbly Life Money Cheat Novels & Stories

Now, the whole ugly mess was sitting right in front of me in black and white. It was an old bank ledger. For three solid years, Arthur Monroe had been hiding his losses at Monroe Textiles by pushing dirty money through fake vendor accounts. Rows of fake shell companies lit up the monitor. Fake payrolls. Fake warehouses. Fake cloth that never existed. It was basic, dirty cheating, set up to trick the banks into loaning him money he could never pay back. Then I scrolled down to the money coming out of Vance Global, and my stomach completely dropped. A single wire slip took up the middle of the screen.

I smiled, but a flicker of melancholy and weariness settled in my chest. Moments like these always stirred up memories I tried to keep buried – the fall of the Winters name, the whispers of scandal, and the hollow echo of an empty estate. After my father’s business empire under the weight of mismanagement and fraud allegations, my stepmother, Dahlia, in a desperate attempt to secure our future, laced my drink with drugs and sent me to Leon’s suite during a charity gala. Her plan was simple: force Leon, my childhood friend, into a position where he’d have no choice but to marry me.

After all, living extravagantly on 2% of her stepfather’s fortune was laughable, and their dwindling resources would dry up quickly without outside help. Robert nodded politely as she talked, but his mind was elsewhere. He could see through her. This was just another attempt to latch onto someone wealthy enough to cover her bills and maintain appearances. She wasn’t here for him—she was here for his money. A typical gold digger, if he’d ever seen one. “Van Buren, huh?” Robert finally said, masking his disinterest with a smile. “I think I’ve heard of your family’s business in shipping.”

I rose to my feet, looked Vivienne dead in the eye, and kept my voice steady. "You're saying I swapped your score. Where's the proof? Anyone can make up a story because they can't handle scoring a zero." Vivienne clenched her jaw, grabbed my collar, and shoved her hand inside my shirt. She pulled out a necklace and held it up high. "See this? This is the Exchange Necklace. Now do you believe me?" She jabbed a finger at me. "This woman used witchcraft to cheat. Arrest her, cancel all her scores, and ban her from the Trials forever."

Adrian stood near the window, silent. The attorney looked tired. “Liz used more than one channel,” he said. “Private lenders, casino brokers, offshore intermediaries. Some guarantees were signed against future trust distributions. Some against personal assets. A few involve company shares.” My father’s voice was flat. “How bad is it?” The attorney hesitated. That was enough. “If the creditors move together,” he said, “Whitmore Group could lose liquidity within days.” My mother shook her head. “Liz wouldn’t know how to arrange that.”

I was in Richard's office with Lily, reviewing tomorrow's board presentation, and we both froze when we heard Diana's words on the speakerphone. "Say that again," Lily said. "Victor Walter has been running a circular scheme. Marcus, David, and Jonathan steal money through fake consulting fees. That money goes to Victor's shell companies. Victor then loans it back to Thompson Enterprises at high interest through the debt instruments we discovered." Diana was clearly excited about solving the puzzle. "He's been making money off both ends while positioning the company for bankruptcy." After she hung up Lily and I stared at each other in shock. "He's a genius," I said. "An evil genius but still.

"What?" Queenie's and Helena's jaws dropped. Even Harold froze up. "What? Queenie would never do that! This is a mistake!" Queenie couldn't believe what she was hearing either. She screamed at the top of her lungs, "I'm the daughter of this city's richest man! I don't need to do any cyber scams for money! Are you blind? This is a mistake!" The cop showed her the refund history that all the merchants provided, as well as her shopping app account details.

In my past life, my class cornered me on the school rooftop after our SAT. "Winnie wouldn't have jumped if you didn't rat us out!" "You ruined our chances to make it into Croma, the best college there is! We had a million staked on this!" With the class officer taking the lead, over a dozen pairs of hands pushed me at the same time. I could hear the howling in my ears as I fell, and they were all laughing in relief. When I opened my eyes again, I was alive and sitting in class on the day before our SAT. Winnie Ascott was standing up front, her phone screen projected on the whiteboard. She was presenting an app called the Ultimate Answer Sheet, with an electronic contract beside it. "

As for her shares, I handed them over to Clarissa and Jocelyn under their subtle suggestions. However, I knew something was wrong when I saw Monica in Sunmere Valley with our long-lost driver Liam, living happily as a family. I had my people urgently audit the accounts and discovered that these two women had been using the shares I gave them to send Monica five million dollars monthly in living expenses, allowing her to live luxuriously abroad with Liam. I had been played for a fool in my previous life, but not this time. This time, her "death" was the perfect opportunity.

"We tried to access it some days ago. We were going to use the money to pay Victor back." I felt like I was drowning. " But how? No one else has the passwords." "But when we tried to log in, there was nothing there. Five point two million dollars, just gone." Victor was watching this exchange with the satisfaction of a cat playing with mice. "So let me understand this correctly," he said. "You loaned five million dollars from me. You faked your death to avoid paying it back. Your secret fund has vanished. And now you expect me to believe that you can somehow come up with six and a half million dollars."