Forced Into Hiding
After the fake bail was “paid,” Claudia warned:
“Scammers know where you live. Leave the house immediately. Don’t tell your son—he could be targeted too.”
They followed her instructions without hesitation. She relocated them to a tiny room, barely enough to stretch out, giving them just enough cash to survive. Meanwhile, she reported daily to me, smiling and assuring me everything was fine—all lies. She was selling their home, draining my accounts, and looking me in the eye while doing it.
The Truth Emerged Unexpectedly
My father, using an old phone he never updated, had been recording conversations with Claudia. He captured every manipulation, every threat disguised as concern. A neighbor also noticed her suspicious activities and saved copies of transaction papers.
By the time I understood what had happened, my parents had already fled their small rented room and ended up on the streets, terrified of imaginary threats. That’s how I found them that rain-soaked night—my mother with a plastic bag over her hair, my father shielding her with his coat, both shivering from cold and shame.
“We didn’t want you involved,” my mother whispered. “She said they would hurt you.”
Something inside me broke completely.
Confrontation and Justice
When I confronted Claudia, her mask of sweetness vanished.
“They were easy to manipulate. Don’t blame me for their stupidity,” she said coldly, then hung up.
But the authorities didn’t. Investigations revealed offshore accounts, false identities, and a network of elderly victims. Claudia wasn’t just a thief—she orchestrated a cross-border fraud empire. The media dubbed her “The Angel of Ruin.
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