Wobbly Life Money Cheat Novels & Stories

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.

“I know how to go about it. We can post an advertisement online.” “No sane person will answer.” “We are offering money, like two million dollars. Someone will definitely accept that kind of payment.” My eyes nearly pop out of their sockets. “Two million dollars!” “Yes, so you said your trust fund becomes available at twenty-five, so we can pay five hundred thousand now and promise to pay the rest later. It will be in the agreement.” I stare. “You are planning my financial ruin.” “I'm planning your survival.” Before I can argue, she grabs the laptop from the table and begins typing. “What should it say?”

"Aren't these the lottery tickets the Sherwood family won recently, Ms. Rosalyn?" In my past life, after the Sherwood family collapsed, I secretly liquidated some of the transferred assets and used the proceeds to purchase winning lottery tickets as a way to launder the money. In this life, while Liam was away for a few days, I bribed some of his associates in advance to mislead him and subtly suggest the same laundering scheme. Desperate for a solution, he was bound to take the bait—and in doing so, provide me with all the evidence I needed. "Is all this evidence—the past financial statements, the accounts, and the records of you buying winning tickets from those people—enough to get some h

As if twenty million was just a clerical error, the way you forget a decimal point in an email. But no. Twenty. Million. Fucking. Dollars. It wasn’t gambling. It wasn’t a bad stock. This wasn’t carelessness. This was ruin—wrapped in crisp, legal font. And I was in it. All the way up to my signature. This has to be some type of mistake Wilbet was careless yes but surely he couldn't be this reckless right? My name was listed as collateral. I was a placeholder. A pawn. A possession. A token, lodged between a sports car and a country estate.

Before she could continue, a wave of journalists flooded the room. Benjamin shouted, loud enough for everyone to hear, "This is the son of the mastermind behind Zephyron's biggest financial fraud! Like father, like son! He's been terrorizing his wife at home just so he could run off with his mistress!" The cameras went into a frenzy, flashes strobing nonstop. "What a scumbag! His father ruined so many families back then, and now this guy's out here deceiving people. He needs to be exposed for this!"

My breath was coming out in shallow pants. My cell phone was on the stained mattress. Its screen was glowing brightly. The screen showed the message I had been hoping to see for the past twenty minutes. *TRANSFER COMPLETE. FUNDS RECEIVED.* A wild laugh came out of my throat. It felt loud and crazy in the dark room. The three hundred thousand dollars had cleared. Victor’s security walls were too slow. The money was out of the account. It was sitting in Brocks dark-web vault. The contract was officially alive.

In my previous life, I didn't understand until the day I died that the so-called Family Bond Fund was nothing but a sham. They claimed they deposited three thousand dollars every month, but in reality, only days after the money went in, each of them would find an excuse to transfer it back out. Once the money left the account, it never came back. This time around, I was determined to expose every ugly truth in front of everyone.

“I misplaced the one you gave me. Didn’t even get the chance to cash it.” My mind spun. I’d given him a cheque for one million dollars. One. Million. And now he was saying he lost it? But I’d seen the alert. That exact amount had been withdrawn from my account. “No,” I said slowly. “That money already left my account. I got the debit alert.” “That’s not my business,” he said, shrugging. “I didn’t get it. I need another.” I stared at him, completely dumbfounded. “You’re joking,” I whispered. “You have to be.”

"And then, when they're invested again, emotionally, financially, socially, we pull the rug out from under them. Only this time, there will be no safety net. No hidden reserves. No miracle rescue." Mona was silent for a long moment, processing his words. The television continued to show footage of the Caldwells, their smiles wide, their body language relaxed and confident. "That money," she said slowly. "Lora's trust fund. It's not real, is it?" Alexander's smile was answer enough. "The transfers cleared. The accounts appear filled. For now." "For now," Mona repeated, a new understanding dawning. "They're spending money that isn't really there."

She’s completely consumed me for weeks and I felt like the biggest piece of shit for not doing everything possible to fight for her. Toby gave me the information for a dummy account they set up and I got on the phone with my accountant to wire the money they needed. He asked a lot of questions but I blew him off, I paid him to manage my money yes but he wasn’t always gonna tell me what to do with it. They had a contact in the area already that was willing to help, for quite a hefty fee. I didn’t care … it was only money. Please, if there is a god … let this all work.