Wobbly Life Money Cheat Novels & Stories

“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

He had been waiting for the moment I appeared in public to ruin me once and for all. The scene was chaotic, but my focus narrowed down to one person. I timed it perfectly, stepping forward and delivering a heavy, resounding slap across Benjamin's face. The sound echoed through the room as he crumpled to the ground. The entire room went silent. While everyone was still in shock, I walked directly in front of the lead camera, adjusted my clothes, and spoke with absolute clarity. "Everyone, I'm Ivan Gage. I'm here to reveal the truth. The real culprit behind the Zephyron financial fraud was never my father… It was my ex-wife, Melody Hutton!"

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.

he waved a hand towards the doorway “—take care of everything for us? How will that help us rescue Yuqi?” “And Bao,” chimed in Phil, popping up next to David. Honestly, it’s a wonder either of them had managed to survive the last sixteen years. And I was supposed to be the one riding my luck. “I know it’d be great if we came up with some amazingly unlikely plan and then somehow managed to pull it off,” I said, “but this isn’t a movie. We don’t get to win because we’re being played by actors who have it written into their contracts. Life doesn’t work like that. You know how life works? Even if you pull off a million to one shot, someone will find a way to fuck you out of it. Put all your mone

After everything after I gave you thirty thousand dollars for your brother you're sneaking around behind my back, using the money I gave you to fund your secret life…" "It has nothing to do with the money!" "Doesn't it?" He spun back. "You needed cash. Came to me. Got what you wanted. And now you're off living this double life while I'm here wondering if my own wife is cheating on me!" "Using you?" I couldn't believe this. "You think I'm using you?" "What else am I supposed to think? You take my money, live in my house, wear my ring…but you can't even be honest about where you go during the day?”

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.