Wobbly Life Money Cheat Novels & Stories

"Once it's done, the remaining nine hundred thousand will be in your account." The voice on the other end came through a voice changer, cold. The dirt Felix was offering was manufactured. All of it. Using the fragments of memory from his other life, he'd cobbled together fake financial statements from Fairfax Group's early years. And paid someone in the backpacker circuit to doctor photos of me with various business executives into fake "pay-for-play" tabloid material. The man on the phone didn't hesitate.

"That's not a rule. That's a death sentence. Malcolm, do you have any idea how dangerous that money is? Tomorrow, no, maybe this afternoon, the police could be knocking on our door and taking both of us away." "Why?" It was the same question again. His brows furrowed even tighter, like he truly couldn't understand something simple. "I just took back your money." "This isn't my money!" I was on the verge of collapse. "They only scammed me out of 31,000 dollars! You brought back 400,000 dollars! The extra 369,000 dollars is robbery!" "Robbery?" He repeated the word, shaking his head. "I didn't use a knife."

Surely you remember the time when your mother went missing for a while? Claire nodded. "Yeah, she was tricked into a pyramid scheme…" "That's not actually the case," Stephen smiled, shaking his head. "Your mother stole Master Charlie's debit card, which contained ten billion Oskian dollars that Jeremiah Wade entrusted me to wire into his account. Once your mother managed to find the pin code, she wired all the money to herself.

"You don't get to throw me out of my own house." "Your house?" Jake's voice rose, the careful control finally snapping. "Your precious daddy's house, you mean. Just like everything else in your spoiled little life. You think you're so much better than me, don't you? With your trust fund and your family name and your.." "At least I didn't lose millions of other people's money on cryptocurrency scams," Cassie shot back, her own composure cracking. "At least I didn't lie to investors about nonexistent products while gambling away the development funds at a casino, masquerading as a teacher and cheating on my fiance with her now ex maid of honor . "

She thought she had hooked up with a super-rich tycoon and would go from rags to riches. However, it turned out that not only was she a secret mistress, she had even hooked up with a freeloading fraud! The “brother” she had been so obsessed with had been spending nothing but another woman’s money! “Howard, you liar! Didn’t you say this hotel was yours?!”

I didn’t even care about that kind of money. Lucien stared at me. “Everyone knows you can’t pay back thirty million.” “So let’s do this the casino way. One round.” “If you win, your parents live.” “If you lose, you jump into the crocodile pit yourself.” The trash around him cackled. “She doesn’t even have chips. Is she really planning to fuck her way back into the game?” “Her life isn’t worth thirty million either!” Without the slightest panic, I removed my work badge and placed it on the table.

Getting even was much better. "Let's see how you handle a winning streak, Father," I whispered. I opened a spoofing program. I didn't want to use my newly earned hacker money to frame him. Instead, I created a phantom digital ledger. I manipulated the bank's internal coding to make it look like he had just received a massive, secret deposit of fifteen million dollars into a hidden, undeclared offshore account. The money didn't actually exist, but on paper, he looked incredibly rich. Next, I opened an encrypted messaging service. I drafted an anonymous email and sent it directly to the known contact address for the Ornate Syndicate's debt collectors.

“Real? How real? You've already signed the contract, that's real enough.” “No, we still need to put on a whole show, I'm talking—selling my apartment, flight plans. The whole show.” I met each of their gazes. “But the paperwork needs to get lost. Permanently.” Jax smirked. “Shaw's donation just... vanishes?” “Even better.” I finished my drink. “Turns out it was embezzled. IRS gets an anonymous tip.” Dimitri let out a low whistle. “That'll bury Shaw.”

I said, narrowing my eyes. “Yep. Small financial scams, fake investment schemes, identity manipulation.” Randy said. I folded my arms, in surprise. “So he’s a professional liar.” “Pretty much, and an impostor too,” Randy replied. He scrolled further down. Then he suddenly stopped. “Wait..” he blurted. His tone changed instantly. “What?” I asked. Randy leaned forward. “This payment..” he said pointing to the screen. I moved closer and saw that a large transaction had been made into one of Tyler’s hidden accounts.

I said making the others look at me as we all sit in the living room of that house on the edge of the slum resident area. I smile cunningly when I think of something. I pull my bag where my laptop is then take my laptop out and start looking into the internet. “First, let me give him a fair warning.” I said as I press the enter key after a few minutes of digging into the keyboard. Everyone walks behind me to see what I am doing and they see that transferring icon on the middle of the screen. When it is done and completed the icon disappears and shows the bank account of the Pilkins and a fake account I made where a lot of money is transferred and the account of the Pilkin’s says 0.